May 09, 2004 08:38
haha yesterday was so surreal I can barely put it in words.
So like we wake up at 11 I think or something, we had been partying hard the night before, making art and shit. Anywayz, we wake up and we're like "let's go to a bbq!" But he takes off his shirt and I get this idea, it's like pink flamingoes only better...we're going to be the sleaziest people alive! So he dons an undershirt and a velvet sport jacket, I am rocking the "I just woke up to my fix" heroin chic makeup and we both have shitty hair. Then justin and ian (robot!) drove up and we convinced justin to join our "sleazecore" of three, taking his shirt off. Well n-e-wayz, we proceeded to sling a jug of koolaid on our backs and find this party. We look so haggard. Find party, drink drink drink, then go "ok we're going to go party with andrew wk!!", then see THE LOCUST. but oh, who is on after that? ANDREW WK, AND IT'S HIS BIRTHDAY!! needless to say, we partied really fucking hard, even getting a swift kick to the face and blacking out (me), and being punched in the head (greta). But anyone who has ever been to a che locust show with me knows I roll with the punches.
Anywho, really fucking surreal, andrew wk, party.