I was not myself on Friday.
Which sucks since my favorite thing in the world is being surrounded by people.
The night wasn't a total loss though.
When it was time to go home the downpour was insane.
I took off my shoes, pearls, and cardigan and stepped out into the madness.
By the time we had walked a black I was drenched.
Which takes us to crazy sing a longs and some of the best drunk rain dancing.
Pretty sweet.
We made some delicious eats once home and called it a night.
Gumby and Josue were in town Saturday!
I therefor decided to have a little party at the house.
Just a little something before Gus'.
My first guest was Dan, I have him the note to end all notes and things were good.
The downstairs neighbor came over, she's a cool cat.
At first I was like 'NOBODY WILL COME', then they did.
Whew, I hate the pressure of throwing a party.
By the time we left for the show I was severely intoxicated.
I gave Dan an of the floor wedgee and it was amazing.
The show was a dance party spectacle, totally worth it.
By the end of the night I was stinky and sweaty, barely alive.
This dude gave me a bunch of shrooms for Dan and me but I took them all.
Soon there after started tripping and we started walking home.
I wanted to visit the stairs to nowheres, so we hit it.
Long story short, Dan left me in an alley for 4 minutes while I was high as fuck on shrooms.
It was dark and scary and I started crying and screaming his name.
We started fighting, I was damn pissed off and he was being totally self righteous and a dick.
After we were at HQ and the fun didn't stop I said walk me home.
What followed was mind blowingly weird, and I still don't get it.
Whatever.
Next day, Ziggy Stardust, coffee, and some insane dancing.
Trudy, Sean and Christian were scary happy.
Dan and I went out for Latin brunch, it was delicious as usual.
Then off for some laundry and pool combo.
I of course lost every game, damnit I will get better.
Mike D folded Dan's laundry for 1$.
Trudy, Tony, Dan and I spend of the rest of the night trading cop stories and drinking.
After passing out on the couch I stumbled home at 9 am.
Julia and I had some homemade lunch, fish and potatoes, delicious.
I went to light a smoke bomb off on HQ's roof, saw some Oprah at Murder.
Great Monday afternoon.
Work was great, I did absolutely nothing.
Rock dollars was packed, I sold smokes for a buck a piece to afford drinks.
I walked home with Dan and we had the bullshit discussion, one more time.
This is slowly becoming not worth it.
Whats it take for a girl to get some mindless action?
I can't explain myself any better.
The fact that someone could be that egotistical drives me nuts.
Boy, tonight's Charlie's, what could the night hold.
More of me slowly wishing I was gone on another trip.