15 June 2008

It's not the size of your pencil, it's how you write your name


I've had an eventful weekend. My days as a hermit seem to be ended, as the cast of amazing friends I have continually lure me out of my funk and into actually having a social life. As my good friend Brian often says- "good or bad, my friend are all I've ever had". Too true, B.

Rain, my constant sunshine, convinced me to go out on Friday night. We had Pho (which was not, as promised by my brother, the best in the City) and went to a party sponsored by a site she works for. I ran into the one and only Jimmie Knuckles- owner of a beard that's better than yours- and his lovely lady. We laughed, talked beard and drank some disturbing "premium vodka with caffeine" called PINK because it was on the house.

Sometimes free booze simply isn't worth it.

Chickpea and I headed to the Bike Stop so she could finally meet the often imitated never duplicated Bob- had a few more drinks and headed back to Xanadont for some shuteye.

Brian, Bucket and Joli showed up nice and early on Saturday morning and together we headed to Edison, NJ for the 6th Annual East Coast BBQ.  Fun times, and an even more fun afterparty. I can't/won't share the pics on this blog, but I'll say for the record that sometimes when it rains, it pours, and luckily my digital camera is waterproof.


1 comment:

amanda mello said...

2 things.

1. Jimmie Knuckles and his lady are 2 of my favorite people in the world. WTF.

2. Last Spring I printed a shit ton of literature for PINK vodka and thought it sounded like the dumbest thing in the world. I'm glad I was right.