Kill City/ the Cleve
"But I think if I'm salsa dancing I'm all right and I AM salsa dancing!"
That pretty much sums up this weekend.
I spent it in Kill City. I spent it playing video games. I spent in in Barnes & Noble. I spent it sleeping on the floor next to a lovely guy. I spent it dining with a great guy friend.
I saw so many old chums: Brent, Michelle, Brent's band, Greg, Rick, Jason, Enrique, Mike, Christiana, Emily, Alie, Kristina.
I met so many new chums: Kat, Alexandra, Mexicans, Bob and Hubes.
I talked to the Cleve boys. The toasted a shot of whiskey to me. I can't wait to see them.
There was hockey. Barons win. There were boyfriends. Bernier whaaa? There were tophats and monicles. There were 7 crazy ladys on the jumbo screen. There was salsa dancing til 5 am. Why ido I always end up salsa dancing in Cleveland? I feel like I almost got married and definatley got proposed to and probaly could have pulled off a threesome with two hot latin doctors had I tried. I feel like I walked in downtown Cleveland after dark with only one or two small ladies as my companions and definatley stepped inside a cemetary in downtown afterdark and maybe had the most amazing hotel suite 20-something females in the Cleve have ever had. Can you say wardrobe room? I feel like I really enjoy the hardrock and would own it if I could. There was Jeremy Kopp working at Giant Eagle. Crazy. I stole pieces of literature from everywhere. I have newspapers from 2 major ohio cities and the newyork times. Why do I collect newspapers? I'm lame-o.
Not Kablamo.
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