the 111 minna time of fun which none of you came to was pretty fucking sweet. (note: that “you” excludes kristen, jason, and kristina). 111 minna is the new 26 mix. that place is a nice space i have to say. and my brother was good and mike b was good and the people watching was fun. and i wore light up shoes and my new t-shirt (personally modified. watch out when i suddenly grab the scissors and create interesting lace up designs on my stylus wear. although this time my brother said, and i quote, “this one isn’t as bad as the last one.” the last one was a tad risque.)
driving home tonight i was coming up my street when i almost ran over 10 or so high school boys who were playing on skateboards in the middle of the road. it’s like a convention of hot underage-ness 5 houses away from me. i wish i was brave enough to go down there and hit them up. for sex.
I let you know ahead of time that I would not be making it to the party.
Funny thing happened this morning is that I got a phonecall from someone named adam. I thought it was your brother/my cousin. He was asking to borrow a air compressor, I told this person that I didn’t have one, and if I did how he was going to get it since I was in Oregon. It didn’t dawn on me until the person hanged up that it wasn’t my cousin adam. It seemed funny at the time.
Sorry I missed it. The epic story of 140 Noe Street back bedroom furniture assembly reached its long-awaited climax last night, which took up the whole evening and then some. Actually, I don’t really care about the music; I’m just sorry I missed seeing you.
sean, i missed seeing you too. in fact i almost stopped by ward 2.0 on my way home. as i almost do everytime i’ve just dropped kristen off at her apartment. and then as i always do, i just drove home instead.
my decision this time was influenced by the fact that i had just taken my bra off under my shirt (unsuspectingly offering a gay biker more than he was bargaining for when he rode past my window). good times, good times.