boring night. better day.

i'm watching the heavy and tragic documentaries tonight that make my limbs wobbly. this has become my solitary exercise on friday nights. this and post pictures from the night before. tonight is interview with the co directors of body of war and a recap of dance party. an awful dichotomy. a sloppy yin and yang. it's all human nature i guess.

whatever.

last week i watched a show about women with fistulas in underdeveloped parts of ethiopia. and the week before was a doc about four people with head trauma and went into a coma for however long and either woke up and got somewhat better or woke up and stayed in a vegetative state.

i'm hoping for my current research project about aryan nation to pop up one of these fridays. a girl can dream. i will become a documentary filmmaker one day. i promise.

we went over to si's house and watched maxim's top ten hottest women of 2008 except there were no women on the list just an underage girl from high school musical and a possible man who tucks very well. then we turned on under the tuscan sun where jay narrated the whole movie and almost ruined everything. here's a video that is NOT MOCKING simon and yeah the quality is shitty.

best line: "we're not gonna take it, jay, i'm just kidding sweetie" at 4:28.
jay wore shorts and we decided to buy him a hawaiian shirt and flip flops to complete the summer stoner look.
long line. silly bar, this isn't like you?!
jay was trashed i've got to be honest and a lot of fun to talk to. and the music was electronica and impossible to dance to especially with every skinny kid dancing with all elbows out and poking you in the rib cage. most likely the. worst. night. at. dance. party.

and that includes the time i drank a glass of whiskey too much and claire had to take me out to the alley to barf behind a dumpster and crack head. OR that other time claire drank one drink too many and i took her behind that dwi billboard to barf in the street.

moderation.

and on the actual day

we ended up going out for my actual birthday. simey wrote an article about steel tigers of death for alibi and they were gonna be at atomic cantina so we showed up. i couldn't find his article on the alibi website but it's really good man.
i've been seeing a lot of this young man downtown. i believe he pulls a where's waldo in my pictures from dance party last thursday. he has a certain david gray je ne sais pas about him. remember? please forgive me if i act a little strange .... i'm a sucker for please forgive me.

additionally, it's not a je ne sais pas if i already called him a david gray. sowwy!
steel tigers of death were borderline punk. if i closed my eyes and put denim and leather on their bodies then they sounded acceptable nu punk. whatever that means. but as soon as i looked at them with my own eyeballs it all went down the tube.
sam and jessica went to burt's cause it was tooooooooo loud and not their style. we sat there very uncomfortably right next to the speakers.
these facial expressions are probably the best indications of what's going on in our own individual noodles.
back in town! back in town! back in town!
um. who took this picture? simon's brain? our tits look fab though.
we danced to michael jackson for about twenty seconds then the lights came on. boo hoo.
and ash got me a couple of the most inappropriately sexual sci fi novels from the 50's. i'll be reading them alone sooooooon.

perfect except the morning after

so yeah yeah. i had a little barbecue get together on saturday evening in observance of my birthday and basically i chose to have it before my actual bday cause we all got fucked up and i was still 23 in the morning. la la la la i cheated you old age reaper! at least for that night. it was beautiful. tim squeezed lemons for margarita mix, simey was taught how to grill, marc bought hundreds of dollars of food, i made THE BEST EGG SALAD ever, weiners were soaked with beer. WEINIES! also i bought all the alcohol and felt like a real grown lady. yet somehow, the super gallon of vodka was completely goooooone in the morning.
so basically my camera died so no more party pics even though we were all party people for a few more hours but that's perfect anyhow since i didn't want to spend my birthday party taking pictures. i was too busy get lung cancer. and YES I'M THAT PERSON WHO constantly chants it's my bday it's my bday it's my bday PARTY inside my head. egotistical, sheesh.
oh yeah. t.c. made chalk graffiti outside my apartment and my name was somewhere in there so of course i took a hundred pics of it and got them all framed and basically rolled around in the chalk dust.
everything was perfect and just right amount of lax and i'm thinking about having regular summer barbecues. i ate a veggie burger and guacamole and egg salad and tofu pups and carrots and watermelon and chips. pomegranite and vodka. tanqueray and tonic. and marc gave me a purple hookah so that was fun except i woke up with the grossest headache and couldn't remember if i took off my shorts and shirt before or after everyone left.

oh. and somebody used my last two rolls of toilet paper for whatever gross purpose they needed TWO ROLLS OF TOILET PAPER FOR?! come on. plus my girls weren't there with me so it wasn't nearly as perfect as it should have been.

i was a baby ...

twenty four years ago and before then i was a fetus and before then i was nothing. i was a passion child. completely unplanned. and named after a crosby stills nash and young song. the first child and spoiled. the guinea pig and caretaker.

it's my birthday.

oh right. that night.

thursday night and everyone wanted to go dancing. marc tim luke jessica sam simon t and meeee. we sat around simon's house and watched gangland on history channel. wait. si has history channel but not mtv jams? wrong subscription. t just got out of jail and his cellmate was part of one of the gangs on the show and so i obviously melted right in front of him as soon as he brought it up.
oh yea. i got a haircut. woooo wooooo look at simey's hand on my waist!
meemories. light the corners of my miinnnndddd.
claire. ash. i missssssssss youuuuuuuuu!
i got tricked out of giving my phone number to a dude at the bar. he chatted me up while i was getting a g and t and then when i ran into him while dancing he asked me to call his phone since he misplaced it somewhere. whether or not he wanted my number, i think it was a pretty tight little way to get a hold of it.
marc and sam's instant friend.
yeah. no judgment man, i've certainly been there at dance party. and the alley down the street. and the neighborhood up the road.
do the claw hand!!!!
marc r and amelia were there too.
obviously my favorite pic of the bunch. there was a line down the street to dance on stage with him.
an ok night. we all got to work late the next morning and somehow it never became one of thooose nights. they had a drink called strawberry lemondrop that was yum yum. i believe cooper drank most of mine though.

nothing new. sorry. although getting pseudo asked for my phone number and then tr talking about prison was all heart beats.