Friday, October 25, 2002
morgan could not be more right about the move towards White Castle. i can and will fight the evil temptation, however, and these guys will surely serve as a beacon of light that shines brighter than the holy White Castle sign... we used to have this thing where we would go over to our friends James and Noralyn’s place and drink beer and play video games till all hours of the night, and eventually we find ourselves starving and drunk and it’s 2 am and everything has just closed except for, you guessed it, ye olde white castle shoppe. we would indulge in slider sinuality and the next morning we would wake up with the flu. every time.
so i’ll be reminding myself of this fact every time i walk home in the cold, cold, night. fuck fast food. totally.
Thursday, October 24, 2002
so last night we went to "Danceshow" at Galapagos to see our friend and entertainer, Steven Rishard in a little piece with Katie Workum, who i could not find any good links about, which is a crying shame because she rocks my world. they did this great little high-school-prom diddy to REO speedwagon, which should by all rights have made me puke but instead i gave myself a sidestitch from laughing to hard! it was great. there were some other highlights to this show of 10 short pieces, but one of they guys who organized the whole thing, whose name i will not disclose because i have wiped it from my memory, got up on stage with his laptop on a podium and basically programmed his windows media player for 10 minutes. puh-leez! sorry there bub, but stage lighting, tight-fitting black pants and discombobulated pingy noises do not a performance make. then there was this girl who did this very spastic, throwing herself against the wall and kicking the air a lot "dance" to a Pat Benetar song. can you guess which one it was??? i really hope i'm not the only one in the audience who knew it was going to be "love is a battlefield". even worse, there were several girls in the audience gettin' jiggy with the song while this woman, to my unedumacated eyes, gave her damnedest physical interpretation of the frustration that comes from severe and prolonged constipation. but that's just me.
Wednesday, October 23, 2002
so birthdays. how i love getting older. we all know that they mean nothing more than yet another excuse to go out gallivanting in a drunken stupor and expect gifts from your friends. i’ve apparently reached that age where i can no longer expect to get the real goods from the parentals. for the first time i got a card with $20 in it and nothing else. so maybe i’m spoiled, but in all my years past they’ve always at least asked what i want, even if they don’t want to buy me a truckload of marshmallow ponies at least they’re interested. so that was slightly painful, but it was greatly offset by the generosity of my friends, and as he always does, Paul pulled through with flying colors when he got us this book. i haven’t gotten the chance to really sit down with it yet because we’re moving and it’s big and heavy thus packed safely away but it was just perfect - totally the kind of thing i wouldn’t think of to ask for but now find that my life was incomplete without.
