Friday, instead of going to the art opening or the birthday party, Sandra and Gearmo, and Sahar came over and made sammiches. Well, not really, but Sandra and Gearmo BBQd chicken and hot dawgs and we chowed the fuck down. We also started drinking kind of early, and kept drinking, and kept drinking, and you could use our conversations as an inebriation thermometer. For example, we discussed poop shapers, at length. And various lengths of poop coming out of shapers, and various colors you could use for your poop in combination with the shapers for more interesting poop shapes.
The highlight of the night (for me) happened at the end of the food fight. Sandra and Sahar were sitting on the couch and I hit one of them with a piece of broccoli. So Sandra jumps off the couch shouting “It’s ON NoW!”
She starts throwing random food at me: chips, broccolli, carrots. (Some dipped in hummous.) Then, as she reaches back to throw, she elbows Sahar in the eye, and Sahar’s all “Owww. My eye.”
Sandra turns to her: “Bitch. I told you it was on.”
And Sahar, pointing at me: “But I thought it was on over there.”
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
Soon after this Brandon, Mike, and Kim came by to hang out and that was very cool. Especially cause I was tired of talking about poop shapers. Sandra and Gearmo are some scat-happy freaks.
Saturday, Roy and Renee dragged me out for alcoholic smoothies. (Renee says if you call them smoothees, it makes them healthy.) We head over to Sliders for one, or two, and then to Magick Cauldron where I snagged some fabu incense and we ran into Skott. I’d had dinner plans, so Roy and Renee and I met my friend Cecily for dinner at Paulie’s over there near Diedrich’s. The food is pretty good, but a tad pricey. However, the proportions are HUGE, so that kind of makes up for the price.
Later that night, I somehow ended up at Roy and Renee’s drinking martinis and beer before heading home. I think they abducted me.
Sunday I met Alex and Leah for fast food pad thai. Always go with tofu and never shrimp. It was Leah’s birthday weekend, so we visited, and then they took me to Alex’s mom’s so they could placate my tummeh with the porto. We talked politics.
Sunday at Havok was awesome. All the people who were there last week when it was D.E.A.D. came back this week and they all brought their friends. That’s like the best endorsement you can get. Everyone had a great time. Plus, I think I must look sexier in the Havok booth than at Numbers. (Maybe I should turn the lights down more at Underworld.) Girls Gone Wild was filming, so the naked dancing chick bothered a few, but really, we’ve seen the same at Numbers.