oh what a gator night
Apr. 13th, 2002 05:17 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
aruanyep, my fear of vertical walls is still firmly intact.
but man can i kick at laser tag. died twice, killed 62. i could be a real piece of work if the federal brainwashing experts ever got a hold of me,...
i found yet newer heights of dorkdom for all of you out there to aspire to: bonnie and i improvised a few games of Boggle as the band was doing their sound check. interesting that for all the brain sharing we do, our words only coincided maybe three times out of 130+ words...
there's nothing like sexy lead singers, crazy drummers, fun-loving guitarists and quiet-type bass players. oh yeah, perhaps the great music they make together. Karen's hype held true, Pawn Rook Four brought down the Baha Tortilla Grill with a rockin' set of truly fresh and highly enjoyable tunes. and can i just add a little ::drool:: over Jeremy, our cute, a bit hapless, dressed to thrill and sincerely in need of sleep lead singer/guitarist.
::yields to Jon, who has been trying to show her the light:: guy pearce rocks my little world. that man is just beyond elegance and grace. oh yeah, and that other guy who played the count of Monte Cristo's pretty impressive too. great movie kids, two thumbs and a big toe up.
mmm, watery grits with honey. we ran into Waffle Boy aka Rob again in the Reitz food court and we walked back with him and two of his friends (one of them being himself in Theater Strike Force, this world is just so damn small, it's eerie) to Broward Hall, where we the billiards-impaired proceeded to beat the two comrades at their own (touted) game. oh, and he finally worked up to asking for our phone numbers.
can you tell why i'm still awake? tonight was just too good to leggo. mmm, breakfast food. who needs sleep indeed, bring on the cereal.
but man can i kick at laser tag. died twice, killed 62. i could be a real piece of work if the federal brainwashing experts ever got a hold of me,...
i found yet newer heights of dorkdom for all of you out there to aspire to: bonnie and i improvised a few games of Boggle as the band was doing their sound check. interesting that for all the brain sharing we do, our words only coincided maybe three times out of 130+ words...
there's nothing like sexy lead singers, crazy drummers, fun-loving guitarists and quiet-type bass players. oh yeah, perhaps the great music they make together. Karen's hype held true, Pawn Rook Four brought down the Baha Tortilla Grill with a rockin' set of truly fresh and highly enjoyable tunes. and can i just add a little ::drool:: over Jeremy, our cute, a bit hapless, dressed to thrill and sincerely in need of sleep lead singer/guitarist.
::yields to Jon, who has been trying to show her the light:: guy pearce rocks my little world. that man is just beyond elegance and grace. oh yeah, and that other guy who played the count of Monte Cristo's pretty impressive too. great movie kids, two thumbs and a big toe up.
mmm, watery grits with honey. we ran into Waffle Boy aka Rob again in the Reitz food court and we walked back with him and two of his friends (one of them being himself in Theater Strike Force, this world is just so damn small, it's eerie) to Broward Hall, where we the billiards-impaired proceeded to beat the two comrades at their own (touted) game. oh, and he finally worked up to asking for our phone numbers.
can you tell why i'm still awake? tonight was just too good to leggo. mmm, breakfast food. who needs sleep indeed, bring on the cereal.
