My roommates and I had a great party at our SoMa house last night, so now our bar is stocked again.
Our refrigerator is filled too -- with meat.
? The men's hunting instincts always take over when there's an open grill, and it makes me laugh. Don't ge me wrong: I eat meat. But why all that meat with no vegetables or. . . I don't know. . . pasta or something? Nope, you gotta find the biggest, fiercest beast that roams the aisles of the grocery store, battle it with nothing but your wits and a shopping cart, stuff its heavy carcass into paper or plastic, and drag it home for the sake of the tribe.
Luckily some of the ladies brought bean dip and schtuff.
The music was mixed: not mixed in the sense of a turntable, but in the sense of different people plugging their iPods into our system. Bowie, Iggy, The Yeah Yeah Yeahs, P-Funk, Electric Six, The Soft Pink Truth and Sweatmaster got me out of my coma. I used to think alcohol boosted my energy level, but it was really the music. Always the music. I wish I could have found my Black Eyed Peas disc. Where the fuck. . . . ?





The music was mixed: not mixed in the sense of a turntable, but in the sense of different people plugging their iPods into our system. Bowie, Iggy, The Yeah Yeah Yeahs, P-Funk, Electric Six, The Soft Pink Truth and Sweatmaster got me out of my coma. I used to think alcohol boosted my energy level, but it was really the music. Always the music. I wish I could have found my Black Eyed Peas disc. Where the fuck. . . . ?
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glassheart:
p.s.- falafel details to come. but now....sleep. dreams to come in REM.
twinkie:
You'll be able to leave holographic messages of your peenie.