the story of my yesterday:
so y'all know about the anti-folk festival, roight? i went to that. i dressed like a french woman in beret and bun and snazzy skirt and even painted my toenails. and old woman called my outfit 'classy.' that's the FIRST time i've ever heard that. got there at 2pm.. [twelvis stood me up, but i forgive him because he's snazzy. takora was there too, but he's a big mystery and i didn't recognize him.] the music was a'ight. more entertaining was the truckload of mental patients that were loose in the park that day... more than one had the brilliant idea to stand in front of the stage and scream "FUCK YOU, MOTHA FUCKA!!" at the performers. a mrs.t was wandering around alternately dancing and attacking people who were sitting watching the show. there were also fistfights, ballroom dance, and one homeless old man took his pants down. my friend atlantis thought it would be funny to provoke him into taking off more clothes, which drove him into some sort of ecstacy prompting him to run up, pretend to drink my empty bottle of vitamin water and grab me about the ankles and try to lift me up by them. my other friend taryn, a black belt in kung fu and the sexiest little sex kitten around, nearly broke out a can of whoop ass.
thereafter, i went to see the movie tadpole at that new theater on houston between 1st and 2nd. good movie.
THEN, i went to sidewalk for ANOTHER dose of anti-folk and caught the end of happy hour, the waiter bringing me 4 very strong vodka cranberries instead of the requested 2. i got completely stumbling drunk and atlantis, savior that she is, let me sleep over her apt. it was so hot that we both slept naked in the same bed and at various points in the night we both woke up with a start thinking we had had sex. funny stuff.
so y'all know about the anti-folk festival, roight? i went to that. i dressed like a french woman in beret and bun and snazzy skirt and even painted my toenails. and old woman called my outfit 'classy.' that's the FIRST time i've ever heard that. got there at 2pm.. [twelvis stood me up, but i forgive him because he's snazzy. takora was there too, but he's a big mystery and i didn't recognize him.] the music was a'ight. more entertaining was the truckload of mental patients that were loose in the park that day... more than one had the brilliant idea to stand in front of the stage and scream "FUCK YOU, MOTHA FUCKA!!" at the performers. a mrs.t was wandering around alternately dancing and attacking people who were sitting watching the show. there were also fistfights, ballroom dance, and one homeless old man took his pants down. my friend atlantis thought it would be funny to provoke him into taking off more clothes, which drove him into some sort of ecstacy prompting him to run up, pretend to drink my empty bottle of vitamin water and grab me about the ankles and try to lift me up by them. my other friend taryn, a black belt in kung fu and the sexiest little sex kitten around, nearly broke out a can of whoop ass.
thereafter, i went to see the movie tadpole at that new theater on houston between 1st and 2nd. good movie.
THEN, i went to sidewalk for ANOTHER dose of anti-folk and caught the end of happy hour, the waiter bringing me 4 very strong vodka cranberries instead of the requested 2. i got completely stumbling drunk and atlantis, savior that she is, let me sleep over her apt. it was so hot that we both slept naked in the same bed and at various points in the night we both woke up with a start thinking we had had sex. funny stuff.
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