ugh. slop nights. weekend memory.

our minds have been sitting above our heads recovering from this past week and i'm in sore need of a ten hour nap and bowl of cheesy potatoes. claire came back to visit us.
albuquerque. at it's finest.
we found ourselves yawning behind our pint glasses in the front room at joe's. it was around tuesday and our wristwatches were lazy spider legs. absolutely silently telling us to go to sleep. the nice thing about joe's is the regularity of the place. hello, unchanging bucket of cigarette ashes at the door. hello, i.d. checker who looks exactly like penn from penn and teller. and hello unwavering amount of dead heads playing pool in the back.
bla bla bla ... 'member that time we went to vegas and bill smashed his head into the wall in his sleep and al walked around in tight black panties and other miscellaneous vegas memories? hahablablablablaha. boring.

where did we wind up later that night?
oh yea. j, williams, claire and i went to the liquor store to buy a bulk of shitty beers and tiny amount of excellent shi shi beers. we sat under the yellowing lamp in williams' dining room and talked. talking vanilla conversations. i woke up on the four foot long loveseat and realized i had somehow stumbled over to the living room in a late night stupor and passed out. c bear, j and alex were still sitting around. drowning out the crickets with all the old familiar gossip of being old friends.

it was nice but i had a warm bed at home and i left after midnight. they were still huddled around each other when i drove off.
wednesday night rolled around and claire and i were in the handicapped bathroom stall at copper lounge unsuccessfully trying to open a beer bottle with a key.copper lounge. the place where everybody knows your name! not really. ever since cu lounge went from $2 beer night to $3 beer nights, it's been ghost town ya ya with a side of truck stop je ne sais quoi.
piiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiper's back! yippee ki yay! whatever. get out the sparks, ladies. in related news, it's probs about that time of the year ash and i should download five thousand copies of liam lynch's united states of whatever onto pipe's putey.

... throwing dice in the alley ....... OFFICER LEROY!!!! whatever.
don't pretend nothing HAPPENED BETWEEN YOU TWO!!
... AND ALSO YOU TWO!
... and also YOU TWO!!! yuk. this game's mentally disabled.other girls were there as well and guess what, they acted like complete assholes about me taking pictures. complete fuckery. please don't act like you don't like getting your picture taken unless you're 15 with acne.

also anyone with b cups or bigger loves getting their pic taken. girl OR BOY.
right. so end of the night. claire and i started walking down maple and realized a gang of boys were slightly following us so we sat on top of an old honda and waited for a certain dd to pick us up. we're spoiled.

thursday night and i swear to god we went to a chemistry reunion, nob hill pub crawl, sweeney todd dress up house party, bachelor party and finally ended up burt's before midnight.
the chemistry reunion was a lot of wtf's. what can i say? i always walk away from chemistry reunions wondering how i ever managed to not strangle half of my classmates. at least claire and i taught the kids how to properly act at a bar. and advice fellow scientist: if ur 22 with the personal behavior of a 67 yo then it's time to evaluate the whole lifestyle situation. love, G.

then we went to embibe, the cigar bar on central. please let me look like natalie portman in there. or else i don't fit the decor.
shi shi bathroom and an ashley bag. can you see my costco cardddddd? i can't resist those boxesssss of toothpassssste. actually i can. that's why my teeth belong on some arc of a rainbow.

then todd drove us to a sweeney todd dress up party where we ate bloody quesadilla's and five jello shots. todd tuned and played an acoustic guitar while david got claire and my phone numbers. everyone there was black eyeliner, victorian collars and fake blood and then there was us. two sluts dressed for a night on someone else's dollar. we didn't fit in and quickly left, but only after raiding the medicine cabinet. no luck. just anti-fungal meds.

the bachelor party was quite fun. take into account the previous 4 beers, 1 expensive cocktail, 2.5 glasses of wine, five jello shots and a cigar (EACH!!!) and then you can see why. the fact that c and i are the kind of girls who get invited to bachelor parties is a whole other topic. the highlights are: motorcycle ride, grilling fireworks, shots of tequila, taking my pants off and more med cabinet raiding. again, no luck.
finally. burt's.
this photo sums up the night. also, WHO DOESN'T WEAR SHOES IN DIRTY DISGUSTING BURT'S?! total barf.
k. we're almost caught up again.