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Archive for June 5, 2006
June 5, 2006 by j.
We’ve been on the run
Drivin’ in the sun
Lookin’ out for number one…
California here I come. Right back where I started from.
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and as the plane crashed down, he thought..
June 5, 2006 by j.
Well isn’t this nice?
Sitting in the airport. Flight delayed. I really want to lie down and take a nap but I’m worried that a) someone will rob me blind, and b) will miss flight entirely. To remedy these possibilities, I have set up camp directly in the line of the boarding area - am sprawled across the carpet with my items scattered artfully around me, a line to get on the flight can’t possibly form without someone kicking me in the head. So. I’m covered.
The flight is delayed because they are repairing a piece of the airplane that broke. Somewhat worrisome. Hopefully is not the piece that keeps the plane from falling out of the sky.
Had a great and very busy weekend, if sleepless. Threw a big party, a “housewarming” … can you call it a housewarming when I’ve lived here for 2.5 years? Perhaps should call it a “hothouse” instead. Was too much fun, amazing friends and lots of food, and even more liquor. We welcomed Kristin to the DC area in high style, culminating in her fiance running panicked laps around the living room before a mad dash to the bathroom. Um, could have done without that part of the evening, but the rest was amazing fun! Good times! Pls email me for pictures and I will send you a link to the gallery (I have a phobia, indulge me).
An excerpt from the evening:
BB: If I start doing cartwheels, it means I need to be cut off.
me: Haha. Ok. (thinking he’s joking)
*four hours later, as BB wheels around my living room in a flying explosion of arms and legs*
me: Dude. No more for you.
BB: WHAT?!
now reminded he sprayed the last of his beer across my living room in his circus performance (thanks for that, by the way), he makes a beeline for the fridge to look for another beer.
me: I mean it, no more.
BB: WHY?!
me: You said to cut you off if you started doing cartwheels.
BB: Was the cartwheel STRAIGHT???
me: ….. yes?
BB: Then it means I’m FINE. I’m TOTALLY SOBER. Gimme a beer.
Well who can argue with that impeccable logic? Could not find the flaw in his argument, so he earned his beer. What can I say. I probably should have stopped him from humping everything in sight an hour later though.
PS - “The Break Up” totally sucks. Don’t waste your money.
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