grunt

i have a tooth ache. am on hold with dentist offices. i hate the dentist.

the weekend consisted of hot dry vineyard bbq's with glasses of wine, ridiculous shoes, tipsy gibbering, laying down in beans (not me!), messing up and then cleaning my mothers house. WWF in the living room. (flying leaps! tackling! three girls trying to best one boy together and failing ). ribs that fall off the bone. driving home through 100 degree heat with the windows down, ani cranked, spitting cherry pits out into the wind.

then laying around my house in a towel for awhile before trekking to the east bay to meet this mamacita for a bbq in an oakland backyard. followed by a ride in the giant sperm whale van into the city to go to a club where we were promised electronica banjos but instead watched two guys laying on a bed playing with a laptop that we do believe was producing this not so hot music. then they started wrestling and fake blood was flying everywhere and then it was over and the dance music begun. and sweettits started bouncing on the bed. and i saw one girl trying to walk who did a face plant on the floor. the sweettits roadie is the best dancer ever. to learn to dance like lew, one just must first forget everything they already know about dancing and throw limbs about akimbo. and this girl's boy and the sweettits and that girl we all ..uh, i'm petering out here due to extreme spaciness from tooth ache painkillers and not enough sleep...we had antics and there was Plastic Man from whom sweettits tried to steal mojo (mojo in the form of a plastic hat with swirly lights all over it) and .. i have to go nap now so i can do it all again tonight.

yea.

grunt.

hi?

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