Touch me. Touch me like you didn't touch me last night.

Many funs last night with city_of_dis--who is, incidentally, a cheap drunk--and icayrus--who totally broke with stereotype and was up late--and Boy 3, who may or may not live on The Interwebs, so we'll just call him Mr.Tall.

The spinach lasagna and chocolate-covered strawberries were delicious, but the company was more deliciouser.

Also, twelvefootnine was forced to bring Shaolin Soccer over, and then I demaned that he stay, and he did.

I enjoyed our zombie-android-fetish discussion on the porch when I had my first two cigarettes in two and a half years resisted temptation and did not smoke.

I drank more than anybody but Scott (who showed up late, sure) but was Less Drunkenly than everybody else.

Thank you, liver.

I will miss you when you are gone.

Also, my friends are made of Awesome and Raw Meat and Bonus Points and the Component Elements of Pinatas, but not necessarily in that order.

benjamin
Who may be in The Land of a Thousand Dial-Ups for the weekend, so excuse me if I don't kiss you goodnight, interwebs...