Wednesday, December 28, 2005
Promiscuous points, score!
Anyway, Lance and I narrowly escaped death yesterday, not once but twice. Our first brush was a half-hour-long ordeal, in which an innocent old man and a road divider were nearly harmed. Yes, it is that scary sitting in a car Crystal is driving. I would provide you with photos, but my hands were too busy clinging on to whatever support I could find (not Lance) in white-knuckled fear to fish out the ol' camera and snap a few shots. Thankfully though, we made it safely, but barely, to Lex's house, where we had our second near-death experience, in which our escape was admittedly fortuitous. We were spared death by poisoning, as Da mercifully decided not to cook for the party, in view of her illness. Cue wild celebrations as we lived to fight another day.
Well technically we also survived a potentially deadly combination of shocking-bright-yellow-shirt and cheap-2003vintage-american-wine, but that was quite easily averted by good taste and errrr... good taste.
Post-party and post-morethanacoupleofdrinks, we trooped down to Union Square for a bit of salsa and brachata (also known the dog-humping dance). What this really means is- Zee, Miche, Crystal and Da salsa-ed, while Shan'er, Lance and I watched the dogs hump. It didn't take long though, for Lance to get into the act.
And yes well, it all started pretty innocuously, but as the night progressed, and with a few drinks, the inevitable happened.
There, it's all out for everyone to see!
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I was thinking about how my blog's readership's just about doubled recently, and to milk a stale, mouldy and unfunny joke, that means I've got 4 readers now! Laugh, minions. Anyway, I figured that there probably has to be a reason why a blog's popular. Well either the blogger's good looking, really funny, writes satire or writes about sex all the time. I don't write about sex, I don't usually publish satire, and I'm not all that funny. I guess that means...
Anyway, I would write more, but the IIC's been convened, and we've much to discuss tonight. Top of the agenda (mine, anyway): lawnmowers.
And no, you won't get that if you're not in the IIC.
7:30 PM
