christ almighty! i am really so tired i'm surprised i am still breathing. i anticipate tonight's sleep with more loving longingness as i do the dark lindt chocolate easter bunny coming in march.
my brother is now 24, and we celebrated downtown-style le nuit passe. at home, amongst a pit of soiled plates and cutlery, amanda poured us a million blue-eyed blondes and drank a million herself. traysht. i drank jagermeister, blue curacua (sp?), banana liqeuer, vodka and gin-- but still wasn't feeling it much. played violence and found out from dale (who has heard of and played it!) that violence can have two more rounds (with the same names): one where you use only one word to describe the name, and the other where you use only actions. i can't wait to play it comme ca. then pacifico where it was too packed with louse to dance, and too smoky to hang in the pool room (but not too smoky to exlore alternate sexualities)-- but the drinks were cheap enough to have us go there in the first place. then to reflections where better music played and there was a constant golden opportunity for dancing and bumping into people that you don't only not hate, but that bring glee to your heart. by this time i had long since stopped drinking. dancing was pretty amazing. left there at 3:30 and i had (oddly and perhaps embarrasingly or perhaps proudly-- depending on your viewpoint) my first pizza corner experience. a few of us had slices and we sat on the wall facing K.O.D. and watched the goingson of the drunkest and least classy representatives of our fine city. we had a soundtrack. props to the homies behind us. on our way home, we came upon a large girl (and here i quote blak'e police report) "wearing a short black hoochie skirt, black hoochie boots and a black hoochie shirt" walking very slowly in the middle of the road. it took a our crew plus some girls from another crew to persuade her to get off the road, and even then she kept venturing back. we knew we need to help her. she was totally lucid, but was still acting very bizarre. we founf out her name was jennifer, and that among other things, she was walking to dartmouth (decidedly in the middle of the road) and refused to take a cab, even if we sponsored her. she was really funny-- relaying tales of hot cops and wishes for the drunk tank, and we walked slowly beside her to ensure she stayed on the sidewalk. we all had visions of a vehicle zooming along and striking her-- her body smashing the windshield, denting the car and finally coming to a sudden and sure thud to the ground, just like a moose. when we got to robie street, we betrayed her and called the police to escort her away. we could all sleep better now. our party didn't end here, however. we hung out late late (like hard hard) and consequenly i got a ridiculously miniscule amount of sleep.
but today i was kind of on fire. a coupla fine blokes at work which kept the day tolerable and the pace quick. tonight, chris met me at the pavillion where just friends records were holding a release party for their compilation "class of 2004." the G.O. contingent was fairly strong. laura peek was lovely. she's so adorable, i'd like to have a doll of her. and what a voice. and her songs are pretty. then the tragedies, which are, altho the worst band in halifax , are always a joy to see. and city fields.... ooohhh! tonight mitchell made another notch on the list of my favourite cowbell moments of all time. it was insane, and i almost exploded. he was even wearing a tophat. i strained to hold it together. then the brent randall and his pinecones video for "in horsedrawn delight," which was rad. lots of spot-mo stuff. brent's a little lephrechaun type. hair all around it. ch-ch-ch-checkitt! then brent and his pinecones played. by this time, my fatigue had started to come into full affect and i thought i might fall over and/or fall asleep while standing and fall on my skull and crack it on the concrete. and my legs and knees ached. so i got a chair. i felt rather like a senior citizen-- sitting, when everyone else was up groovin' out. even b.a. then he went to go eat poutine. and i scuttle/hurried home, as it was bitchy cold.
blake and i decided to screw the pretenses, and grabbed the blue and white keefeco pipe and milked it, relaying last night's tales.
blake, to me: i've given you my pearls of wisdom and now i wanna go drink pop.
my brother is now 24, and we celebrated downtown-style le nuit passe. at home, amongst a pit of soiled plates and cutlery, amanda poured us a million blue-eyed blondes and drank a million herself. traysht. i drank jagermeister, blue curacua (sp?), banana liqeuer, vodka and gin-- but still wasn't feeling it much. played violence and found out from dale (who has heard of and played it!) that violence can have two more rounds (with the same names): one where you use only one word to describe the name, and the other where you use only actions. i can't wait to play it comme ca. then pacifico where it was too packed with louse to dance, and too smoky to hang in the pool room (but not too smoky to exlore alternate sexualities)-- but the drinks were cheap enough to have us go there in the first place. then to reflections where better music played and there was a constant golden opportunity for dancing and bumping into people that you don't only not hate, but that bring glee to your heart. by this time i had long since stopped drinking. dancing was pretty amazing. left there at 3:30 and i had (oddly and perhaps embarrasingly or perhaps proudly-- depending on your viewpoint) my first pizza corner experience. a few of us had slices and we sat on the wall facing K.O.D. and watched the goingson of the drunkest and least classy representatives of our fine city. we had a soundtrack. props to the homies behind us. on our way home, we came upon a large girl (and here i quote blak'e police report) "wearing a short black hoochie skirt, black hoochie boots and a black hoochie shirt" walking very slowly in the middle of the road. it took a our crew plus some girls from another crew to persuade her to get off the road, and even then she kept venturing back. we knew we need to help her. she was totally lucid, but was still acting very bizarre. we founf out her name was jennifer, and that among other things, she was walking to dartmouth (decidedly in the middle of the road) and refused to take a cab, even if we sponsored her. she was really funny-- relaying tales of hot cops and wishes for the drunk tank, and we walked slowly beside her to ensure she stayed on the sidewalk. we all had visions of a vehicle zooming along and striking her-- her body smashing the windshield, denting the car and finally coming to a sudden and sure thud to the ground, just like a moose. when we got to robie street, we betrayed her and called the police to escort her away. we could all sleep better now. our party didn't end here, however. we hung out late late (like hard hard) and consequenly i got a ridiculously miniscule amount of sleep.
but today i was kind of on fire. a coupla fine blokes at work which kept the day tolerable and the pace quick. tonight, chris met me at the pavillion where just friends records were holding a release party for their compilation "class of 2004." the G.O. contingent was fairly strong. laura peek was lovely. she's so adorable, i'd like to have a doll of her. and what a voice. and her songs are pretty. then the tragedies, which are, altho the worst band in halifax , are always a joy to see. and city fields.... ooohhh! tonight mitchell made another notch on the list of my favourite cowbell moments of all time. it was insane, and i almost exploded. he was even wearing a tophat. i strained to hold it together. then the brent randall and his pinecones video for "in horsedrawn delight," which was rad. lots of spot-mo stuff. brent's a little lephrechaun type. hair all around it. ch-ch-ch-checkitt! then brent and his pinecones played. by this time, my fatigue had started to come into full affect and i thought i might fall over and/or fall asleep while standing and fall on my skull and crack it on the concrete. and my legs and knees ached. so i got a chair. i felt rather like a senior citizen-- sitting, when everyone else was up groovin' out. even b.a. then he went to go eat poutine. and i scuttle/hurried home, as it was bitchy cold.
blake and i decided to screw the pretenses, and grabbed the blue and white keefeco pipe and milked it, relaying last night's tales.
blake, to me: i've given you my pearls of wisdom and now i wanna go drink pop.
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