Lest I never catch up, I better write a brief overview of the birthday party. It seems that most folks are too shy about posting the scandalous stories and others feel that the photos speak for themselves, which in fact is quite true.
Just highlights:
* Lemon Soju
* Kimchi Jjighe
* Cookies & Snackies
* Drag Queens
* Hottubbing
* Jello Shots with MBAs
* Almond Jello Shots Using Lactaid (and cocktail fruit marinated with Malibu rum)
* Sitting by the fire
* Watching the Transformers movie and the muppets projected on a wall
* Fireside chats
* The artists salon downstairs with the ultra hipsters
* Hacky Sackers in the dance room
* One guy struggling not to pass out, later puking, and then passing out with a bucket nearby - I later discover a distinct forehead oil mark on my mirror where I imagined he leaned his throbbing head to support himself. Ewww.
* Random fur from fuzzy slippers shedding throughout the house
* Kissing a real live adultlike man when I should know better
* Laughing with stellar superstars
* Being invited into a threesome and running off and forgetting that I should at least kiss them both
* Kissing birthday folks
* Oh, the lights.. the lights…
* Warm and totally delicious hugs
* Great music
* The cops came by but no big woop and we turned down the tunes.
* And being completely and utterly exhausted but satisfied at dawn when I finally went to bed.
Of course I don’t really get to spend enough time with folks, talking with them in a more intimate and less frenetic setting, but hey, that’s what birthday parties of the ultra insane type are for. Thanks kindly to Annie, Bill, & Rauchaud who were the other Taureans who made the Cocktails & Fuzzy Slippers party an ultimate delight.
And one minor damper on the evening.
18 year olds who crashed the party, attempted to steal booze, and did in fact make off with cash that was intended for the soju donation fund. I shall now run over 18 year olds at any following opportunity. This is not vindictiveness, I swear. But should I be an instrument of justice? Hey, why not? Bastards. Kids these days. Some gaul. Crashing a party. Lying to folks there. Stealing shit. And you *know* they’re probably really proud of themselves right now. I hope they lose a kidney.
In other news:
Went to the Locus Arts showcase commemorating Sa-i-gu with several phenomenal spoken word artists & performers who completely blew me away and had me audio orgasmic - the most amazing experience in the spoken word arena that I’ve ever had in my whole damn life. Phenomenal. Catch any of the individual performers when they’re in your hood and you’ll need an hour & a half to find your socks after they’ve been blown off.
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