Sunday, May 08, 2005

Out of sight, out of mind

Last night I went to Shattered with Craig—and had more fun than you can shake a stick at.

Whitney, Jordan, Eric, and Miranda, and Jeff came. I was totally trashed by the time we got there, so the fact that it wasn’t totally packed bothered me not. I don’t think I have gotten my crazy-dance on like that before—I remember dancing in the cage (while humping Miranda), grabbing Whitney, and being grinded against by Craig/Jeff. Hawt? I also remember telling just about everyone, “Yeah, I used to be straight 4 weeks ago.” With arched eyebrows, ill-hidden skepticism, and conciliatory smiles, they were like, “Really?”

This morning I woke up hung-over, smelling like smoke and gay-boy cologne, and hauled ass back to my house. Where I will be studying until I drop. Eat drink and be merry for tomorrow we die.

3 comments:

Mir said...

Oh my hell Mr Ed. What a fabulous time! I cannot wait for us to hang out again, even if there will not be humping involved. Good luck studying and such. Until later, my dear...

-mandy- said...

hey love. you make me laugh. and not the 'tee hee' kind. the 'shit i just woke up my room mate' kind.
and i was reminded of a certain trip to the Galeria. something about you, me, larn, and alyssa. cigarettes. i miss you and we need to catch up.

Ed Grow said...

Ed Grow said...
I think I remember that time. Me eating candy cigarettes, and Alyssa being like, "Gee, Ed. Even your cigarettes aren't straight." Phrophetic? Foreboding? Altos---the harbingers of doom.