FEBRUARY-
I begin a frassy full attempt at wire-fu, only to slowly grow slightly non-plussed and ending entirely. Too many shows that piqued my theatrical interest had auditions coming up- Tally of shows cast in: 0. The 'bean moves in, and we start to establish a fumbling new roomie relationship. I get my bed back. Thrift Stores, Marshall's, and TJ Maxx become my bitches in order to return my house to the semblence of normalcy. I frantically scramble to finish projects to be able to throw my first housewarming party ever to my family and friends in order to vanquish the evil spirits. I see some shows. It gets bitterly fucking cold. Dorajar and I begin the hallowed tradition of Sunday brunches for buddies starting with Melinite and Adam at the Uptown diner. Georgie begins his hallowed tradition of vomiting on the carpet. I forget my gear at the karate junction. MD calls me "retardhead".
2 comments:
Kind of like the annunciation when you say "Shakopee" or "Tournament".
; P
Oh, and anyone reading these: Please feel free to add any of your own observes from that month that I may have missed.
(Like, doi, hitting MOA for Bloody Mary's w/Tech and Portana. Or when Dorajar and I tried to brave Ikea. Which was a mega bad idea. People like there grayish gravy meatballs at 11am on a Saturday. VOM!)
Yeah, like the night we all went out for drinks when we were visiting and you and the Moster were holding hands and you were all like "nope, just friends" *cough, cough, bullshit, cough*
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