Saturday, March 18, 2006 every fancy ball
Yesterday was a 24-hour day for me. I scampered around on my hind legs like a little Keifer Sutherland, and the party didn't stop, except for the nap I took around 4 o'clock. I took it in real time, though.
I started my day at 6:30 AM in a dude-bar in Canton, and lord, were there dudes. Some were dressed as leprechauns. Some were wacky morning show DJs. Everyone was drinking 40 oz. beers: from here, my day just writes itself.
The Whiskey Brawl at the Ottobar was a great time, and if you missed it, WHY DO YOU KEEP KICKING YOURSELF? Huh? WHY DO YOU KEEP KICKING YOURSELF.
People kept handing me small plastic cups of glowing green liquid, and it was so disturbing to see that I did the best I could to dispose of it as quickly as possible. Sometimes, I looked down from the great height my skates afforded me, and I'd see that a creep had crept up. I said "Do you dare to spin the WHEEL?" Some creeps didn't, but others were good sports, for creeps.
I wore my skates the whole time. Evidentally, pee and spilled beer and whatever else is on the Ottobar floor makes you pretty fast. This is how all kinds of important inventions get discovered. posted by Frenz | 3/18/2006 05:50:00 PM
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