Meine Wochenende macht Spass!
It's been a long weekend full of fun and frenzy, dancing and drugs, rain and missing lions. I suppose one could say it started off nicely. Friday was a massive recuperation for my body. I drank all the juice I could find and ended up clearing the fridge. Annie and I went to Jerry's Famous Deli to eat chicken noodle soup with bagel chips. Then we caught a free movie: Hitch. Clever and amusing, I must say. Of course, it being free was the best part. After a C-Monster and a couple glasses of oj, I was ready for the party. It's so hard to pack for one of those shindigs. You get all indecisive when you're fucked up and want to change your clothes a million times. And I must say, this time was not as fun as the last (or first, rather). It was a different crowd of people, and since I had already experienced it all before, nothing was much of a surprise.
There was this one moment though; I will never forget it. Chris and I were huddled into this old and teetering Winnebago in the pouring rain. There are leaks all around us and we're trying our best to stay warm. The rain was coming down in buckets and sounded so loud and tinny on the roof of the Win. Not only that, but there was deafening thunder over the hills that sounded like gigantic explosions in the sky. Yeah, sure I was high off my ass, but it was a truly amazing phonic experience.
The next day wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. Of course, that's because I still had crack in my system when I woke up. I felt all fresh and energetic, so I cleaned up all the gear and put it in the car. The second I sat down, everything crashed, and I remained in a curled lump on the carpet for many hours. Truth is, I wanted to get the hell out of there. I felt sticky from too many back massages the night before and needed a shower badly! Plus, I just wanted to get some fresh air. Being cooped up in a house like that is not conducive to recovery, and in my opinion, heeds it greatly. So, we ended up rolling out of there at around 5 and we headed to my house for the most wonderful shower in the world. Honestly, there is nothing better than a nice hot shower after you've been rollin' all night. It relaxes every muscle and refreshes the senses. Cuz, I'll tell you what, you feel fucking dumb after wards. But, that's a given.
We got some Korean BBQ for dinner at the place by Sewadsee. I've never felt so hungry. Not hungry as in hunger pains, but my body was hungry for nourishment. I needed vitamins and salts. We passed out watching Ron Burgundy: Anchorman, laughing until it hurt. Woke up feeling lousy, as usual, and got some breakfast. I couldn't even eat! Me, the garbage disposal! I had to get a doggy bag! For shame...
I just got back from Abby's party. I'm sad that James is going away. The party brought up lots of fond memories. I remember when James and I would meet up at the club and drag each other onto the boxes for wild and shameless dancing. And I remember when he'd call my mom Solo Sue when she came into starbucks to get her drink. I love that boy and he will be sorely missed. Oh well, SF ain't that far. It was good to hang out with the gang again. Shannon, Erin, and I had a slammin' dance party in the dining room to none other than The Pet Shop Boys. It was wicked awesome! I'm beat now. It's been a long weekend and there's a full week of work ahead. Oh yes, and a nice fat paycheck. Skydiving, here I come!
Nothing more to say, I guess. Time to ready arty farty magazines and plan out future. Sophisticated Lady!
Kerry
There was this one moment though; I will never forget it. Chris and I were huddled into this old and teetering Winnebago in the pouring rain. There are leaks all around us and we're trying our best to stay warm. The rain was coming down in buckets and sounded so loud and tinny on the roof of the Win. Not only that, but there was deafening thunder over the hills that sounded like gigantic explosions in the sky. Yeah, sure I was high off my ass, but it was a truly amazing phonic experience.
The next day wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. Of course, that's because I still had crack in my system when I woke up. I felt all fresh and energetic, so I cleaned up all the gear and put it in the car. The second I sat down, everything crashed, and I remained in a curled lump on the carpet for many hours. Truth is, I wanted to get the hell out of there. I felt sticky from too many back massages the night before and needed a shower badly! Plus, I just wanted to get some fresh air. Being cooped up in a house like that is not conducive to recovery, and in my opinion, heeds it greatly. So, we ended up rolling out of there at around 5 and we headed to my house for the most wonderful shower in the world. Honestly, there is nothing better than a nice hot shower after you've been rollin' all night. It relaxes every muscle and refreshes the senses. Cuz, I'll tell you what, you feel fucking dumb after wards. But, that's a given.
We got some Korean BBQ for dinner at the place by Sewadsee. I've never felt so hungry. Not hungry as in hunger pains, but my body was hungry for nourishment. I needed vitamins and salts. We passed out watching Ron Burgundy: Anchorman, laughing until it hurt. Woke up feeling lousy, as usual, and got some breakfast. I couldn't even eat! Me, the garbage disposal! I had to get a doggy bag! For shame...
I just got back from Abby's party. I'm sad that James is going away. The party brought up lots of fond memories. I remember when James and I would meet up at the club and drag each other onto the boxes for wild and shameless dancing. And I remember when he'd call my mom Solo Sue when she came into starbucks to get her drink. I love that boy and he will be sorely missed. Oh well, SF ain't that far. It was good to hang out with the gang again. Shannon, Erin, and I had a slammin' dance party in the dining room to none other than The Pet Shop Boys. It was wicked awesome! I'm beat now. It's been a long weekend and there's a full week of work ahead. Oh yes, and a nice fat paycheck. Skydiving, here I come!
Nothing more to say, I guess. Time to ready arty farty magazines and plan out future. Sophisticated Lady!
Kerry