joyrider

tonight involved, in no particular order:

- breakneck speeds on I-70 through the rocky mountains.
- consuming too much cheap vile lager.
- consuming tasty burritos and hot sauce.
- admiration and lust for a dirty street poet.
- experiencing an apt straight out of gilliam's brazil.
- fistfight stories.
- listening to my friend's band's first gig (good, even).
- making eyes.
- bumping dj quik for a parkinglot full of rednex.

now: sleep.