2:31 p.m. - Monday, May. 03, 2004
tepid waters
So, mindblowing week - meh, more like a light breeze. It was alright, but there won't be any Quiet Riot songs written about it.
The party on saturday was fun, but smaller than I had anticipated, and nowhere near as dirty really. it was a rainy, sickly sort of day, and not condusive to the kind of perversion I had envisioned. But nonetheless, i got entirely wasted, and I did meet some very cool new people, so I'm not sweating a thing. Man, throwing a party all by yourself is some work?
Its weird, cuz in high school that was my stuff. I mean, I'd just whisper to someone in the hallway that I was even thinking of having a party, and snap, 50 people would be at my house on Friday. It was brilliant. I had this seemingly endless resource of young, fit, debauched people, you know, they just never ever turned down a proper houseparty. Now, its all, different groups of people I met at all different places, planning, phoning, reminding, some will be into it, some won't, some are too far away, blah blah blah. Being grown up is kind of whack.
But that is not to say the party was whack, it was actually alot of fun. And my friends mark and petes crashed after, and we went all hung over as shit the next day and had cheese and apple crepes, and Jules and I ate tofu burgers and fries later on after that, and haagendaz ice cream bars too, and fucking lazed all day, and smoked joints, and watched trailer park boys, and listened to the rain coming down. It was alright.
The Japanther show on Friday was alright though, they put on a very sick show. Ian Vanek threw himself down on the floor alot, and he screamed through an old 80's phone receiver instead of using a mic. Hot.
Well, that's about it really. I hope you felt at least a rippling of the brain; maybe slight pressure on a blood vessel... probably not.
Oh yeah, I ate 'extreme' spicy BBO doritos at like, 3 am last night, and today I am bloated as hell, and have gassy pains...mindblowing? You decide.
