I left the Chimes yesterday and started walking back to my car. Some girl was cleaning up her boyfriend and saying, "It's the drugs, sweetheart! The drugs are doing this to you. It's the cocaine." She was apparently mopping up blood dripping from his nose while he stood like a vegetable as people passed through the fence besides them.
This weekend marks one of the favorite times of the year for all Borders employees as it is Employee Appreciation Weekend. What does that mean? Well, instead of our typical 25% off of (most) items we get 40% off!!!!
This is what I bought yesterday:
"Chuck Brown Greatest Hits" by Chuck Brown
"Slanted & Enchanted: Luxe & Reduxe" by Pavement
"Stone Love" by Angie Stone
"Appetite for Destruction" by Guns N Roses
"Fixation Orale" by Les Sans Culottes
I also got this book "Wake Up...You're Liberal: How We Can Take America Back from the Right" by Ted Rall
They used to give us a slight percentage off of DVD's but not this time. Boo.
dirt darm residents, you have done it again. thank you for making me act like a total retard on our nation's stormiest birthday. something enters me when i enter the dirt farm, its magical, i begin to not give a shit and am more prone to "wile out" than i would be under normal party circumstances. favorite highlights include:
- being immediately baptized in filth by dustin and daniel apon my arrival. every tampon in my purse exploded with dirty water.
- seeing noteworthy friends such as denny, kara, amanda, carla, ang, paige, cole, and peter.
- realizing who reggie is! we were arrested together for trespassing, once!
- ben throwing a bottle and josh's face and josh elbowing me in the mouth as a result.
- sonny's incredible capacity for party carpentry. the van pool was in fact the ultimate in dark, erotic wetness.
- everyone getting injured in some borderline-serious way.
- josh begging to make out with me.
all of the mud made my skin feel nice afterwards, really, even though two showers later i still had an aroma of garlic about me. thanks again, josh ben brad sonny, you are truly great dudes.
so yeah, it seems like everybody got some sort on injury at the july 4 gathering. i woke up so hungover and scarred that i just had to lay low for a while. that one picture of me sitting on the trampoline while everybody covers their mouths in horror is pretty priceless. the next day i looked even worse, because the swelling had started, and what was once just an imprint of the trampoline spring on my forehead became a spring-shaped bruise. i went to work looking like a straight gangsta.
as far as i can tell, i didn't go as late as the rest of y'all, but i still had a great time. i want to thank everybody who cleaned up what might be my barf. and i also want to thank the bands, because i think they helped turn up the intensity a tad.
you know, one day y'all bamas are going to want to move out of that house. when you do, throw a party that will make the newspapers. crash a bus into the living room. get everybody on the trampoline, THEN SET IT ON FIRE.
I just had a 42 minute coversation with someone I haven't spoken to since May 99 when I drove 5 hours in my minivan from Natchitoches to New Orleans following the topless Julies from Amanda's wedding reception. I think he only called me the day before to tell me he was in the state, visiting the Turducken records guy, Anthony, in Nola. I always dropped everything when he called. There were two of those in my life, he was the second, there hasn't been another even close since. Of course the calls always meant sex.
Anyway, he actually called because he is starting a business and he thought maybe one day I'd want to come play with him, work as a director of photography for some of the projects. Its nice that people after so many years, its been 10, think of you in terms of your actual talents and not just your prowess in fleeting abilities. I guess now I don't have to stalk him anymore. And bonus, he lives down the street from Cecil so I can kill two birds with one stone.
