I’m Not Supposed To Talk To Stwangers.
6May 21, 2011 by sandwichcontrol
Sorry for the tardiness of getting yesterday’s photo up. I ended up being called to an emergency gathering at Old Town last night. You should see my kitchen right now. It’s still a wreck from risotto night. It looks as though a bachelor lives here and is waiting for his lesbian friend to come over to do the dishes because those were the conditions of the wager they made during that last game of nine-ball. But she never came. Jerk. I am not going to throw all of the dishes away this time. I have a dishwasher. That’s being a grown up for you.
Anyways, it was Zaxxon’s last night in town and Most Valuable Blake was here on a sad errand so we all met up downtown. White Chocolate wanted Pancake Land to come out and play anyway, so she and I went together. It has been a long time since the two of us went out to the bar together. I would dare say nearly four years. We were reflecting on this as we drove and my first instinct was to go back home. I really don’t like to leave the house. But given the circumstances, I sucked it up and went out. There was lots of photos taken of me with the tagline “He’s At the Bar!” written underneath. Good times. I did however wind up smoking a real cigarette at some point, though. Using drinking logic, Pancake Land figured it would be okay as long as I only smoke in bars. Fair enough I guess.
But, before the bar, Zaxxon and Taco Planet swung by Holliday Island. Remember last Saturday when I was feeling really crappy, so I baked a lot of cookies? Well, Zaxxon came by to chat with me while I baked. I was so focused on cookies that I forgot to trap him in ice. He is such a good friend that he came by last night to let me trap him before he left for the summer. And he brought me my old University of Van Buren t-shirt. Awesome. Anyways, he went for more of a trapped in carbonite look with his scan:
Today, today , today. What am I going to do today? I think I am eating somewhere on assignment and then probably watching Harry Potter and baking more cookies. Maybe cupcakes instead. Whatever it is that I’m doing today, I’d better get started. Be sure to send lots of good road doogies to Zaxxon as he is driving this weekend. I’m off to think about stuff and look at stuff. More soon. ~SC
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fuck every last one of you for not calling.
I think Jessica is furious…
and I don’t blame her.
Youre not helping there, Word to Me.
So. Dave what’s your point?
You get ’em Mama!