Yep, the crowds gathered to witness PM getting a year older (though he seems strangely unaffected by his decrepitude – somewhere a portrait is aging).
Bean, Disco and Stu came out to share the abuse. Fish, cows, ducks and little lambies were killed and eaten at Le Sept accompanied by copious red. Then out for the dancing and finally back to P’s with a small disco army.
Tried to piece together the later events of the Saturday with Disco and P last night but we largely failed. Suffice to say some comedy wide antics from D and myself and a nasty round of Fight Club ending in girl-on-girl pugilistic action. An excellent time had by all though.
I think the weekend did me some good too (especially not going out on Friday and getting some sleep). As a change from the ‘ever so slightly’ violent dreams I was having last week, last night I dreamt I had a relaxing game of pool and a beer with Jimmy White. Ahh. Shortly after this however I became a crossbow-wielding witch trying to break into a house guarded by skunks. Make of that what you will.
11-Jun-03 at 2:04 am | Permalink
well I’ll be damned. tell that boy that i love and miss him to death, and that i need his address and i will send him a present and that he should call me or someone(air) should regive me his phone number. damn why wasnt i there? by the way i only have 8 sad more days left in nyc:( hugs to all***