we come and go as we please

i made it back to albuquerque. can you believe it? and the asymmetrical tan lines on my ass will fade eventually. actually have been back for a couple weeks but what can i say? i've been catching up with this old town sans computey.

saturday night. 9pm. i met with everyone downtown to see cracker. remember? HEY HEY YA LIKE GOING DOWN?! LIKE SOMETHING SOMETHING COSMONAUT! .... LIKE BEING LOWWWWWWW! frankly, the forty year olds standing around us singing along, kids on their shoulders and spasmodically clapping took the buzz away, man.

we shuttled over to a wesley party in that nice south of indian school neighborhood. did i mention it was raining. serious dry summer rain.
simon talking about it's always sunny in philadelphia. GET A ROOM!
oh yeah. also, the launchpad is quite open for business again. i've yet to go in. YOU BETTER NOT RUIN IT FOR ME AND TELL ME IT SUCKS IN THERE. i need to judge it for myself.
and then a housewarming party for ewen the director and laurel the art education grad student.
did you know smaller trampolines are extremely not fun. it's basically like trying to bounce on a wooden plank but just imagine how thick your calves would be if you worked out on that baby everyday.
was it a great party? no. not for me but possibly everyone else had fun. we ended up sitting around the living room listening to ewen play ukulele and i guess his movie will be at the guild in august so of course we'll be front row joes for him. CAN I HAVE YOUR AUTOGRAPH SIMON?!!!?? i will so stand outside the theater afterwards and get into his personal space with a five foot long camera. SIMON! SIMON! OVER HERE! CAN YOU CONFIRM THE RUMORS ABOUT GUBE? and no, simon vs. the crock pot story never gets old. i'll tell you about sometime.

also, so i don't forget: they're planning a prom for next weekend. the theme, the time and the place are still fuzzy but the smoke machine is set in stone.