"My better half was praying for you to fall"
Put a dent in the productivity and call me done. This weekend was drunk, fun and highly damaging to the lungs as usual. Friday was overdressed and bizarre. A short pit stop at Lindsey's cocktail party led Jennie, Danny, Josh and the Johnson sisters to the hippest party on the other side of I-5. I didn't know the sisters grim wandered out of Seattle proper or that Wallingford was the new pink. Say goodbye to Mexican warriors and long horse faces--you dirty rats can't bring us down. It was Wildman whose nest would offer our final roost. Talk about an interesting home. It was like Sanford and Son meets Pee Wee's Playhouse. Absurdity ruled the night, as Friday the 13th made itself known.
Saturday was a day well spent in Graham. Mom. Dad. Dog. Nuff said.
Sunday traveled down a predictable path toward the Twilight Exit. Next door was Deano's where Angela and I experienced a cultural revolution. Boozin in Deano's alley way, we spied Seattle City's finest man in blue staring us down. It was a game of chicken, and we took off. It's when running from cops that one seems to meet the nicest people. We missed the Twilight Exit, and detoured to Deano's crackhouse, ahem, bar. The lady with teeth like Ol' Dirty Bastard was happy to see us in the bathroom. She asked which one of us likes girls. Several failed molestations later, it's back to the Twilight for beers and singing. It was Brixton that put a cap to the night, and a gun to my heart. Ha! Not really, but the evil eye runs rampant, and I need to be a good woman.
-k
Saturday was a day well spent in Graham. Mom. Dad. Dog. Nuff said.
Sunday traveled down a predictable path toward the Twilight Exit. Next door was Deano's where Angela and I experienced a cultural revolution. Boozin in Deano's alley way, we spied Seattle City's finest man in blue staring us down. It was a game of chicken, and we took off. It's when running from cops that one seems to meet the nicest people. We missed the Twilight Exit, and detoured to Deano's crackhouse, ahem, bar. The lady with teeth like Ol' Dirty Bastard was happy to see us in the bathroom. She asked which one of us likes girls. Several failed molestations later, it's back to the Twilight for beers and singing. It was Brixton that put a cap to the night, and a gun to my heart. Ha! Not really, but the evil eye runs rampant, and I need to be a good woman.
-k