Dec 21, 2006 23:16
They're redoing their top floor. Picturesque view, hillside. The whole city- sparkling. Completely empty. Paint on walls. Time to blow minds. Champagne. Hash. Hard floor. Shotgun westward.
Mirror check. Last view. Laughing. Fuck it.
Meet in the kitchen with friends. Scarface.
He points to the jeans covered in spackle. I show my matching spackle. There's too much love to go around.
I don't think this is going to happen again. Well, no more dinner parties anyway- we're just going have to wait for the invite.