May 01, 2006 15:54
vase smashing microphone results in smashed microphones. noisebands dancearound, and too drunk to clean up. i'm tripping over my wedding dress, christopher's leg is bleeding. whose cords are these? paul spilled coke on his pants, so we snorted his leg too.
afternoon cleanups, the sound equipment is late. warm night fires under bridges with trains whoosing by fast overhead. cute conversations and snuggling. perogie cale breakfast, jokes about eating cop horses in the sunshine. crack sidetracked at the 7elev slurpie gathering, barfy monday morning, get shit done, get the laundry on the line, get the speakers back, pick up books, pick up bike, get cords, go to 6 nations tonite after pizza?