honky cracker: Rock Stars Okay, kids. It's Monday afternoon and I'm still all dehydrated from my weekend down in the NYC. So if you're expected something witty or clever then you're looking in the wrong place today.
But that being said - dag, yo. I had mucho mucho good time this weekend. Even though I got into the city 1/2 hour late on Friday, Rich, Liz and K were kind enough to wait at the bar for me. You guys rock, roll, and make a mean casserole.
Oh, wait... sorry... I forgot... I was actually at the soup kitchen. So take the word BAR out of the last paragraph, and substitute SOUP KITCHEN for it.
Afterwards, Cootie and her posse o'peeps whisked me away to the Nancy Whiskey Pub. Aw, man. Good times. Good times. These kids are my kinda people. Stayin' out late, getting' rowdy. Singing into people's cell phones. It was like coming home again.
And of course, one good night deserves another, so my friend John and I went and followed them around the next night as well. Kelly, Tricia, T, Michelle - yizzeah. Thanks. It was fun. Tricia let me borrow her copy of The Pit, and Kelly made me some Supersuckers CDs. I feel so loved and special, like I'm on a very special episode of Three's Company or something. Word.
Speaking of which, I think all you kids should get a house somewhere, and I'll be the houseboy. You know, if the sink's clogged, the houseboy will fix it. Need some drywall? Get the houseboy to do it. I think this would be fun.
Okay, I'm having a hard time communicating today, so that's all for now. Just wanted to give a shout out to all y'all who made everything so gosh durned fun and dandy. Yee-haw.
