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my goody good friend ahmina is back in town, rocking a lakeside tan and a predilection to the phrase yes'm. i find that phrase very annoying, but we're all very thrilled that she's back.
last night, she, franz and and i went to necto. kevin saunderson was the master dj, and i smoked too much but danced a lot more. i didnt plan to, but it couldn't be helped. going to see someone like that only to sit in a booth is a severe waste of good music. ahms and franz joined me for all of a minute on the floor. ahms was too tired, or too sober, or wasn't in the dancing mood. franz i know can pop and glide--for a few second he danced down the ex ravers, party chicks, and a random dude in drag-- he's good. but he says he feels like a teenager dancing like that, so he just stood by the railings watching the younguns. unmesh was invited but didn't show. i called up ben who acceded to come down with little persuasion. he was the dancing partner, and yes, i did have a grand time.
we were sitting outside in the outdoor lounges and this guy came up to me and started playing the "what kind of asian are you" game. he was totally cheesy and claimed that his only love in life was a filipina, although he was married now. he doesnt love his wife, he says, then asked, so what are you doing this weekend? just kidding! then he offered to put us on the VIP list. it turns out he was the promoter for vision sundays and was getting trying to get more people to come. so now my friends and i are on the guest list for a summer club right on the week when i'm about to leave for toronto.
afterwards we went to fleetwood mac's diner. i had a side of hippie hash, which prompted a conversation with ben about what "the side of" meant. i thought it meant that i would have a big plate with a whole lot of nothing in the center, but ben explained that although "the side of" was meant for when i ordered another entree, "the side of" can also stand alone by itself. the side of what? is a mystery, but, he said, "you have to understand restaurant logic, so." and then a random dude leaned over our table with a bag of shrooms, apparently an acquaintance of ben. we went home without it, and without ben.
last night, she, franz and and i went to necto. kevin saunderson was the master dj, and i smoked too much but danced a lot more. i didnt plan to, but it couldn't be helped. going to see someone like that only to sit in a booth is a severe waste of good music. ahms and franz joined me for all of a minute on the floor. ahms was too tired, or too sober, or wasn't in the dancing mood. franz i know can pop and glide--for a few second he danced down the ex ravers, party chicks, and a random dude in drag-- he's good. but he says he feels like a teenager dancing like that, so he just stood by the railings watching the younguns. unmesh was invited but didn't show. i called up ben who acceded to come down with little persuasion. he was the dancing partner, and yes, i did have a grand time.
we were sitting outside in the outdoor lounges and this guy came up to me and started playing the "what kind of asian are you" game. he was totally cheesy and claimed that his only love in life was a filipina, although he was married now. he doesnt love his wife, he says, then asked, so what are you doing this weekend? just kidding! then he offered to put us on the VIP list. it turns out he was the promoter for vision sundays and was getting trying to get more people to come. so now my friends and i are on the guest list for a summer club right on the week when i'm about to leave for toronto.
afterwards we went to fleetwood mac's diner. i had a side of hippie hash, which prompted a conversation with ben about what "the side of" meant. i thought it meant that i would have a big plate with a whole lot of nothing in the center, but ben explained that although "the side of" was meant for when i ordered another entree, "the side of" can also stand alone by itself. the side of what? is a mystery, but, he said, "you have to understand restaurant logic, so." and then a random dude leaned over our table with a bag of shrooms, apparently an acquaintance of ben. we went home without it, and without ben.