i_was_like_this_once | wakka wakka wakka

Oh man, this weekend... I gotta not smoke this much. Most uncharacteristic. Friday I hookah'd with Mike and Mycal down the hall, and from the pictures I took I gather that it was hysterical....

Mike's bug eyes were amazing, and the whistles... I don't think I've ever laughed that hard in my life.

Last night, Andy and I went to Tokyo Express, then to Rachael's birthday party which was fuckin' awesome. Lots of raucous singing to Billy Joel and Sublime, lots of people, and so much drinking... so much... enough for Morg and I to declare a "COLD IS MENTAL" and run outside with Faye and Andy in tshirts and bare feet. It hurts until you lose all feeling in your feet - after that, it's not so bad.

Everyone went Mugging (faye's first time), and on the way there I decided I needed to shot-put with a big lump of snow (you know, like you do) and spun around like you're supposed to, and was surprised to hear the smash of glass. It sounded like a bottle of peppermint schnapps flying through the air and then landing smack in the middle of the road in front of Main. Oddly enough, that's just what it was, so my schnapps is no more. I apologise for any flat tires that might cause - I did clean up all the major parts of it, and sliced my hand in the process, so you know I mean well.

The Mug was pretty good, so we cavorted drunkenly with the Vastards for a while, then Andy Faye Morg and Katiepaul all came back to my room, we smoked hookah and listened to music, and at some point made an utter mess of my room. Honestly, it's no wonder I can never find things.

Let's see. Other news? The show is progressing pretty well, it seems to me. We're up on our feet at last, and everyone is getting much better at Received British Dialect... perhaps too good, as we seem to be unable to stop sometimes. Jesse asked if Morg/Mike/I would like to play a Buddy Holly song at some underground anti-Valentines Day thing at the Shiva, and I'm inclined to say yeah... just Mike has lost the key to the percussion room in Skinner where our amps are, and we don't know any Buddy Holly. Can't be that hard to learn, though.

So things are still peaches, which is quite nice all around.

I gotta clean this room up, cause it's disgusting.