judypatricia

I met with luckyP and Skryche last night to go see Irina's play; where Irina wore a black, shoulder-length wig, and a skirt that not so much covered her ass as it did cling with its every fiber together, so as not to fall apart and leave her in her underpants. It was hot. And fun.

Then we went to get ice cream that I had never heard of before, take silly pictures, watch an ambulance take away a woman who put up a fight, and wait for JohnnysAnAsshole to arrive. When he did, we said goodbye to Irina and her friends and went downtown minus Skryche, because he missed his woman.

Because food is good, we threeluckyP, JohnnysAnAsshole and myselfwent to eat at a Japanese place on St. Mark's, where you receive a mug you can barely lift off the table without the aid of a friend sitting nearby, quail eggs wrapped in bacon on a stick, and oddly enough, spaghetti with your chicken teriyaki. After we ate, they took me to Otto's Shrunken Head where I said hello to a strawberry daiquiri and luckyP's glittery bosom. Don't ask.

PS: Is it October, yet?