


Another life box ticked, my friends.
Friday night shenanigans:
- Beautiful crab-meat pasta to make you weak at the knees
- Churros dipped in hot chocolate at De Los Santos, accompanied by mojitos and fiesty political conversation
- A scorching Six Ft Hick at the Rob Roy accompanied by unbuttoned jeans, fighting and bloody glass cuts
- A TAKING OFF OF MY UNDERWEAR AND THROWING IT ONSTAGE*
- Job satisfaction
- Exeunt.
607 days til the next election.
*yes, they were truly truly truly this good.
Comments
[warning. mumsy and dull question follows]
what were the undies precisely,ms fits? i mean i'd be hard-pressed to part with anything other than my scungy ones with the gappy seams, which are ready for the rag bad yet i stubbornly keep wearing them because they are "comfortable".they would not be a compliment and/or exciting to any one on a stage.
it would be hard to toss up a nice item because they are so expensive.
i fucking LOVE sixfthick.
my friend was obsessed and i didn't know why, but. um. the corbett brothers make me tingle.
This is making me homesick. I'm away in Texas (of all places), and De Los Santos with its donuts and hot, hot chocolate is fifty metres from my house (and lovely cats). Meanwhile, I'm having cans thrown at me from cars and being called a "fucking liberal". Question for Friday: how can they tell?
Fuckety fuck. I was thinking of dropping in at the RR after work on Friday night for that very gig but it would have led to spending 10 hours at work the next day with a hangover layed thinck on top of the usual ennui, so I stayed on the tram.
*regrets good sense*
Did this bloke try to hit on you after you threw your underwear?
http://twitsgivemetheshits.timchuma.com/Adelaide2006/photos/photo4.html
So... that means if I had run into you later, you would have been wearing no underwear....
*chokes*
Um, excuse me, something just came up...
Job satisfaction. That sounds nice.
Beautiful crab-meat pasta? I certainly hope you'll be writing a *review* of the experience.
They were black lace ones that you can buy for ten dollars, mg. And I ensured they were spotless before parting with them.
p.s. the pasta was home-made, chai! How does one review a house kitchen?
[relaxes]
thank you, ms fits.
mmm De Los Santos mmmm.
*shoulder slumps*
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