dance party, last night

only an hour and a half into dance party and si fell asleep at the booth. a can of pabst spilled onto his crotch and bill had to wake him up to help him out. i vaguely remember marc telling me somebody pissed on the side of his leg at burt's. was this my imagination?

??? your guess is as good as mine ???

bill: "look it's MEAT PIE." aaaaaahahah times infinity.

so when was the last time we went dancing? five years ago? seems like it. we danced around to bowie and pop electronica crap and 80s teen tunes. the great part about 80s tunes is that i can showcase all the dance moves i learned from full house, flashdance, teen witch, etc. without any embarassment.

bill danced as bill cosby.

ready for kiss pics?

those converse are coming from simon's leg.

remember this photo, i've got a story bouts it for later. who cares.

YAW YAW-YAW-YAW YAWNNN! (sung to the tune of the thong song) the walk back to simon's was uneventful.

at one point, marc showed his prince albert to us, common folk, while peeing in BUM PISS TUNNEL.

s&m fell asleep on each other at hallway house while i set up bill's google analytics account. bill somehow convinced zombie marc to go to the burt's tiki lounge dance persons after party with him at 11th and lomas. si declined. i went along for the ride.

we got there and some shithead told me i couldn't go in and blocked the doorknob from me. "REALLY? IS THIS YOUR HOUSE?" "no." eff you, you flannel wearing bozo and pushed my way through. i didn't even want to be there. bill guilted us into going with him and i wasn't about to sit on somebody's ash-covered patio furniture while b attempted to get laid.

this haircut helps me be more outspoken, i.e. bitchy. someone told me that my post about amelia's parties was scathing. i disagree. anyhow, i didn't dis her. she's cool! promise! i like her more than she likes me. moving on.

jade told me it was considered a "gang party" but i'm not convinced. there was an xxx-l white guy, tattooed fool, heshers, rosa, piper, confused blonde 19 year old, pot heads, the flannel wearing shithead, etc. did someone have a gun? is this why it was a gang party? also, why would a gang party succumb to mgmt?

we now know all the important parts of rasputin's life. mystic, slept his way to the top, endless death, 9 inch member.

"guys. guys. guys. i think i'm falling for grossa" (gross rosa -- not very nice, i know. stop callling her that!) guess who said that?

best quote of the night when we realized one of our peoples wasn't in the car with us: "oh, don't worry bout him, he can get a ride home from one of his drug dealers."

basically, i say this everytime i go to burt's dance party but seriously, THIS IS THE LAST NIGHT I'LL ATTEMPT DANCE PARTY. the afterparty was slightly more interesting than cleaning my keyboard.