I had gone to the Mexican joint up the road with Angie for margaritas and cheese dip (it was her birthday, it's not like I could pass up the opportunity), and when we got home, Jimi had picked up a case of cheap beer, and I was all PARTY ON!
I sat here at my laptop after Angie left, wearing earbuds and jamming out to Ben Harper and The Beatles and Allison Kruass. Jimi said the house was completely silent, except every now and then I'd blast out some lyrics, or do a drum solo on the coffee table. It was fun.
I was feeling all nostalgic and shit, the way I do when I've got a good buzz and too much brain time. I was thinking about how many awesome people I have in my life, and how lucky I am for that. I posted to Facebook:
All you have to do is write back with "I didn't expect such a hateful response. I'm sorry I bothered you and will no longer contact you." Add "bitch" at the end if you're so inclined, but it's not mandatory.ReplyDelete
Hold to the rod, the iron rod. Tis strong and bright and true...great. Now I have that song in my head. :)ReplyDelete
The DC temple has always been one of my favorites. Have only been there once.