Long Weekend In Brief
My boss is sending me to some lame-o meeting in the burbs so this will have to be short and sweet. Oh, and we'll have to get into the whole Rehnquist thing later. Stupid dead jerk.
So on Friday, Jada and I threw down some stiff drinks at my most favoritest bar in the city. "Stiff drinks"? Is that a euphemism? I'll never tell. Oh and I almost forgot about a little thing called MY TRAIN BOYFRIEND LIVES IN RIGHT IN JADA'S SAME BUILDING. I was waiting for her to come down when he walked by with some groceries, and oh how I've missed you, Train Boyfriend. I didn't say hi because, you know, I didn't want to hear the screaming. But at least now I know where to find him. Jada: the name is Derek. Please stalk accordingly.
Saturday I watched my team POUND those putzes at Pitt and then sat in the front yard with the neighbors until the wee hours, ostensibly for the block party even though everyone else had long since gone to bed, swilling shots of tequila (woo!) and singing happy birthday to Hot Cop Tom roughly 82 times in a row while the rest of the neighborhood had to JUST SUCK ON IT because everyone out there except me was the po-po 5-0 so who you gonna call now with your "public disturbance" complaints, suckas? Also: BITE ME.
Then on Sunday there was an anti-war protest with Salome in front of the Art Institute, followed by a visit to Jazzfest. Monday I thrifted with Crystal, and today was the kids' first day at school.
My brand new 3rd and 5th graders. So cute.
Fun weekend. Good times. Yeah, so I have to go to that meeting now. Back later with some commentary about stupid dumb dead goddamn Rehnquist. Even dead, he sucks.
So on Friday, Jada and I threw down some stiff drinks at my most favoritest bar in the city. "Stiff drinks"? Is that a euphemism? I'll never tell. Oh and I almost forgot about a little thing called MY TRAIN BOYFRIEND LIVES IN RIGHT IN JADA'S SAME BUILDING. I was waiting for her to come down when he walked by with some groceries, and oh how I've missed you, Train Boyfriend. I didn't say hi because, you know, I didn't want to hear the screaming. But at least now I know where to find him. Jada: the name is Derek. Please stalk accordingly.
Saturday I watched my team POUND those putzes at Pitt and then sat in the front yard with the neighbors until the wee hours, ostensibly for the block party even though everyone else had long since gone to bed, swilling shots of tequila (woo!) and singing happy birthday to Hot Cop Tom roughly 82 times in a row while the rest of the neighborhood had to JUST SUCK ON IT because everyone out there except me was the po-po 5-0 so who you gonna call now with your "public disturbance" complaints, suckas? Also: BITE ME.
Then on Sunday there was an anti-war protest with Salome in front of the Art Institute, followed by a visit to Jazzfest. Monday I thrifted with Crystal, and today was the kids' first day at school.
My brand new 3rd and 5th graders. So cute.
Fun weekend. Good times. Yeah, so I have to go to that meeting now. Back later with some commentary about stupid dumb dead goddamn Rehnquist. Even dead, he sucks.
Tequila Red called it a day @ 9:52 AM
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