OMG, SGSac BBQ was fucking cool.
Unfortunately I got off work too late to play kickball. I am completely convinced that the only reason the girls lost was because I was not there to help them. I arrived, wolfed down some of the left over-food, and after about an hour of maliciously loitering in the park past sundown we decided to go crash heterochromia's gallery opening.
My glorious roommate Moirae, in his infinine wisdom brought a boombox, and a portable batterty pack. As one heavily tattooed and pierced whole we strolled into this art gallery, Moirae with the boombox on his shoulder, "Straight out of Compton" from NWA, blarring out of the speakers.
We then took up our loitering with malicious intent inside the gallery. The malicious intent was mainly to drink the gallery's whole supply of cheap wine. Once it closed we went back to SGSac HQ for a bit before we headed over to the Press Club to get our groove on.
At first it was only myself and the lovely MystieDawn that were out on the dance floor shaking our booties. Slowly Greggster, Dogmadeth, d4, and finally omeganightmare joined us. I danced for hours it seems like and I'm pretty sore. We staggered out of there steaming and glassy-eyed, and went back to HQ once again, where we all tumbled in a pile on to Greggster's bed with his big puppy Mamas, and dozed for a bit.
Then I went home, took a shower, and went to bed unfortunately by myself. Bleck. I should have gotten the number of the cute nameless boy on the dance floor who I shamlessly jumped.
Unfortunately I got off work too late to play kickball. I am completely convinced that the only reason the girls lost was because I was not there to help them. I arrived, wolfed down some of the left over-food, and after about an hour of maliciously loitering in the park past sundown we decided to go crash heterochromia's gallery opening.
My glorious roommate Moirae, in his infinine wisdom brought a boombox, and a portable batterty pack. As one heavily tattooed and pierced whole we strolled into this art gallery, Moirae with the boombox on his shoulder, "Straight out of Compton" from NWA, blarring out of the speakers.
We then took up our loitering with malicious intent inside the gallery. The malicious intent was mainly to drink the gallery's whole supply of cheap wine. Once it closed we went back to SGSac HQ for a bit before we headed over to the Press Club to get our groove on.
At first it was only myself and the lovely MystieDawn that were out on the dance floor shaking our booties. Slowly Greggster, Dogmadeth, d4, and finally omeganightmare joined us. I danced for hours it seems like and I'm pretty sore. We staggered out of there steaming and glassy-eyed, and went back to HQ once again, where we all tumbled in a pile on to Greggster's bed with his big puppy Mamas, and dozed for a bit.
Then I went home, took a shower, and went to bed unfortunately by myself. Bleck. I should have gotten the number of the cute nameless boy on the dance floor who I shamlessly jumped.
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I was so hammer'd that I don't remember taking any of those photos at Greggster's place. It was funny to look back at them and have know idea what was going on.
Yah might not kill me, but I'm sure I would walk away with a few bumps and bruises.