friday night something to do

friday night was a bitch. simon went to an awards show where he won best dressed or something then marc and jay were being ridiculous walking around unm i think. and i took a nap that lasted forEVERRR. finally we all met up around simon's house and decided to go downtown.

yea. it's absolutely freezing.

google weather says 39 degreeeeees?! mostly cloudy?! seriously. w. t. f.

that's possibly considered whatevs in more northern states but DAMN PEOPLE. new mexico should not be this ridiculous in APRIL. anyway it was uncomfortable walking downtown we guzzled a hundred of beers like on the titanic to stay warm.

there i was walking in front of the boys and i hear jay whisper-singing in simon's ear 'who can take a rainbow and wrap it in a sighhhhhh ....... the CANDY MAN CANNNNN!'
on the way down, jay told us about a czech republic version of alice in wonderland. it's all in claymation and alice narrates everything so every time she says something BIG RED CLAY LIPS wiggle around on screen. simon asked if it had elves.

elves.
so jay told us that there is a big casting call for extras tomorrow at casino hollywood or whatever. it's probably either in the middle of nowhere or in the sewer. so we might be going tomorrow. anyway jay acted out this scene from the movie we're probably trying out for. he says he hopes this is his only line:

"paul .... (as in PAUL WALKER from fast and furious fame) ..... this place is so barren you can't even get a bowl to smoke" ...... then machine guns rip through his chest.

cause it's probably an afghanistan movie (???) what does it all meannn?
but please believe me when i say that seeing jay act out the machine guns shooting up his chest in a puddle of bloody urine on central MADE MY NIGHT. aaaaaaAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!
this is me drunk dialing you. if YOU didn't get it then probably one of my EXES did. grrr.
so we kinda almost got killed for making fun of somebody's bitch downtown by taking a pic of her exposed ass (???)
we saw a bow tied around a telley phone pole and took pics around it for hours. jay told us his plot for a bad teen horror flick. while we were walking home from the bars, we'd keep seeing the bows everywhere and then the killer's name would be Bo. GET. ITTTTTTT?

slobber.
ummmm. when did this happen?

the blakes and an empty room

I'm so fucking frrrrrustrated. grr. my computey is having a stomach ache and I can't upload any photos from the last nights. Scratch that. I can upload photos but it takes me 5 hours to do it. I like that picture of me from the Blakes night, it looks like I'm saying 'please, officer, i won't speed ever again. pout. waaaaah.' oh yeah, stephy got pulled over on her way to launchpad that night too. black nail polish. black eyelashes. tecate and whiskey. marc and i got in 2 fights before the music even BEGAN so I only took bad photos of him ALL night. There were only 15 people at LAUNCHPAD that night and i almost did 15 cartwheels upstairs downstairs front to back because there was THAT MUCH ROOM.
The 2nd band were the MAGIC BULLETS. There's a picture of them ABOVE but I didn't take it, I found it for free on the internet so there. I sat by the guy with the glasses at the bar and he acted like a weiner. I smiled at him (with RED LIPSTICK!) and he gave me some pale Slavic grunt. Actually these guys are from San Fran and I liked watching them sing and dance and play keyboards. The Blakes were ok, I was drinking too much and acted the fool so I didn't really listen to them. I think I was skipping to and from the bathroom but no one kicked me in the shins so all was well. oh. and the photo below is the Dirty Novels. Simon and I couldn't stop staring at the gorgeous singer. but you knew that. tight purple girl pants. black heel boots. chain necklaces. no chest hair but i didn't hold it against him. I might next time though.
I'm becoming sad and grumpy because the documentary I'm watching, Drug Years, is on the worst pissy ding dong years EVERRRRRR. grr. They should have just done a 5 hour doc on the 60s and 70s instead of depressing say no to drugs and legislation 80s goody 2shoes thingy. I'm gonna go draw an acid trip on my face. will try to post the rest of my FOTOS later.

back in albuquerque, out of san fran

Yessssss! I was willing someone to call me tonight to see a band downtown and it happened. Thank you, SIMEY. Plus it's a 21+ show. Plus plus I just bought scotch at Trader Joe's. We're gonna see The Blakes. They're a three man band and two of em are bros so there. I think I have a dirty scratched cd in my car with The Blakes on it so I'll probably just bring it to the show and have them sign it so I can flirt with singers and guitarys and drummers. I'm either gonna wear my short black dress with raccoon eyes or cazzh girl jeans with grey shirt and like 1 pound of red lipstick.

I missed my kitty catties while out of state so we had a prom and I slow danced with all of them. I think it was the night Marc and I watched 8 hours of Anthony Bourdain: No Reservations or 8 hours of Miami Ink. Bourdain is like that guy who gets out of lung cancer, skin cancer, liver disease, gingivitis and still acts grateful for NO ONE. aaaaand finaaaaaaly, i found my red lipstick. 7 out of 35 places I kissed are non washable and have red stain FOREVER! Good luck searching for them Marc! aaaaahahahahahh!