Friday, March 31, 2006

The status of things:

Chris: Haven't talked to him for a week, could be dead, I'd better call him
Laundry: Half done
Newsletter: Done
House: Dirty
Alisha: Happy
Motorcycle: Battery Dead
Jeep: Broken (In Several Ways)
Intoxicated: No
Lungs: Still Recovering from the Smoker's Meetup and Poker Night
Jeremy's Chest: Quite Furry (does anyone have a hedge trimmer?)
Jeremy's Rent: Still Unpaid as of 12:30a.m. 4/3/06



The Thursday night Smoker's Meetup was fun, but only beacuse of the good friends there. We gathered at Fern's to take advantage of the last bits of smoking freedom that remain. Depressing. Want to know more about that, read Luke's post.

Happier notes: Friday night I hung out with Max for the first time in a long time. It was great to see him again. The two of us happened to converge on Alisha's place at the same time. Also saw Rowdy later at Barley John's, that was awesome too. Those guys seem to be doing well. Rowdy is now engaged to be married to Munky (nickname). They're looking for a first home right now and I hope they can find something they both like.

Saturday night Lee reclaimed the position as butt of all jokes at poker night. I hope he cried himself to sleep with Kari whispering, "It'll be O.K. honey, I'm sure they really do like you." I wouldn't usually wish dispair on my friends but if you recieved the birthday cake I did, you would say the same thing. :)

8 Comments:

Blogger Lee said...

Me? I like the cake. Cakeshots.

8:37 PM  
Blogger Lee said...

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8:37 PM  
Blogger Rex said...

Who deleted their comment and what did it say!

12:13 AM  
Blogger Rex said...

The cake was funny

12:13 AM  
Blogger Lee said...

I posted it twice. You should have them emailed to you!

4:16 PM  
Blogger Luke said...

Later in the evening as you lie awake in bed,
With the echo from the .500 Smith and Wesson ringing in your head,
You smoke the days last Newport, remembering what MacKinney said.
Now here I am, on the road again. there I am, up on the stage.
Here I go, playing star again.
There I go, turn the page.

7:23 PM  
Blogger Rex said...

Luke, a true composer, you missed your calling.

10:31 PM  
Blogger Insurgent said...

If I hear the .500 Smith and Wesson ringing in my head I know that it's time for me to start shooting, too!

10:10 PM  

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