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Heard this little tid bit on NPR on the drive home tonight: "I never went to high school, but I did go to school high." NPR fucking rawks my hawk.
Speaking of hawks, I sported the Dinner-Party Hawk tonight -- a hairstyle I invented just for tonight. Ryan Short had everyone over for Brisquette Française avec les Pommes de Terres et Épi de Maïs. For those of you too lazy to go translate at dictionary.com (guilty), that means hamburgers and freedom fries. Let me tell you ... they were delicious. Originally, Ryan's George Foreman was kaput, so the burgers were raw, but once Jason Hillman went and got his George Foreman ... well, with Ryan at the grill ... the burgers were raw. But they were fucking good and that is all that matters. g*d, don't let me get e.coli. The freedom fries were the hit of the party, despite them being overdone. And by 'overdone', I mean 'done.'
Such a fun night. It reaffirmed why it is that I'm here at a time when I so desperately needed a reminder. However, after drinking a few bottles of wine and some decadent beer, I have decided that I'm not going to drink anymore. I'm not going to drink any less, but I'm also not going to drink any more.
I am resolving myself to have more weeknights like this. This is what life is about. Life isn't about air conditioning digital controls. Give me a break. In fact, no, I'm not going to work until 10 tomorrow. Fuck that shit. Good night, kids, take inspiration from my defiance. Mwah!
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