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Wow. If only I was dedicated to journaling.
learned Home, You Don't Own Me, After You've Gone, and Wagon Wheel on the geetar.
Saturday night my polka-dot dress got a lot of attention... got ME a lot of attention. Over a couple pitchers and a few rounds of pool, exchanged phone numbers with Gets. The Mexican gangster Mitch Hedberg. He gave me a ride home with two of his moocher buddies and some drunk blonde packed into his back seat. I don't know if I'll call him, but I want to.
Sliced my finger on Sunday before preparing brunch for twenty. Made garlic-basil hash browns, eggs, crepes, fruit salad, bagels and muffins. Sat on a pound of dope. Drank mimosas and brass monkeys, played hold'em, watched football at Rudy's until 7:30. Hopped over to Baywood to discuss Ethan's birthday plans with Proulx, where all the Newport boys were finishing up the Vikings/Packers game. Learned how to painlessly take shots from Anchu. Picked up by Als. South County for Nick Rossi's birthday at the Iron Mule, where pitchers of PBR are $10 (wtf) but you can smoke inside. Fell in love with his friend Grant and left having utterly destroyed all of them at pool.
Monday was spent catching up on new releases and convalescing after nearly 15 straight hours of drinking.
Tuesday I made no sense on a phone call that woke me up around 11:30. Met Timbre for coffee, Allie eventually joined. Established that Drew might have a thing for me. Just what I need. T and I make our way towards Alta to meet Darren and Cage for a Scrabble throwdown. Robot dance party on the drive home to MGMT's Kids. Barely enough time to eat an Italian style smart dog before Ethan's party...
More documentation later. That smart dog business wet my appetite.
learned Home, You Don't Own Me, After You've Gone, and Wagon Wheel on the geetar.
Saturday night my polka-dot dress got a lot of attention... got ME a lot of attention. Over a couple pitchers and a few rounds of pool, exchanged phone numbers with Gets. The Mexican gangster Mitch Hedberg. He gave me a ride home with two of his moocher buddies and some drunk blonde packed into his back seat. I don't know if I'll call him, but I want to.
Sliced my finger on Sunday before preparing brunch for twenty. Made garlic-basil hash browns, eggs, crepes, fruit salad, bagels and muffins. Sat on a pound of dope. Drank mimosas and brass monkeys, played hold'em, watched football at Rudy's until 7:30. Hopped over to Baywood to discuss Ethan's birthday plans with Proulx, where all the Newport boys were finishing up the Vikings/Packers game. Learned how to painlessly take shots from Anchu. Picked up by Als. South County for Nick Rossi's birthday at the Iron Mule, where pitchers of PBR are $10 (wtf) but you can smoke inside. Fell in love with his friend Grant and left having utterly destroyed all of them at pool.
Monday was spent catching up on new releases and convalescing after nearly 15 straight hours of drinking.
Tuesday I made no sense on a phone call that woke me up around 11:30. Met Timbre for coffee, Allie eventually joined. Established that Drew might have a thing for me. Just what I need. T and I make our way towards Alta to meet Darren and Cage for a Scrabble throwdown. Robot dance party on the drive home to MGMT's Kids. Barely enough time to eat an Italian style smart dog before Ethan's party...
More documentation later. That smart dog business wet my appetite.