i'm kinda good at updating lately. i think it's the weather.

yesterday was paul h's birthday party. it was fun to see friends. i laughed a lot. other people were doing other things...

lacey was supposedly spilling everywhere and reserving the right not to clean it up, meghan was going to bp for "salad," deck dave was showing off his "big chocolate big one," andrew was loving the salsa and being dramatic about everything, even going to the bathroom, ezra was touching larry's "treat" that he left on the arm of a chair (and i think he sniffed it, too), beth was making "the face," paul h. was loving his beef stew, sean was teaching people how to pronounce "europe," and johnny (wasn't it?) was blowing up the inflatable big bird raft without using the hair dryer. it was total madness. there was a conversation about feet, and someone who had a foot fetish and kept a special bottle of foot chocolate on his nightstand. ezra brought up "foot nougats" that would go between the toes and i about lost it.

in other news, sean is still adorable. duh.

tonite beth and i went to see the black halos. apparently no one wanted to come to the show. we stood around waiting for it to begin and billy, the singer of the black halos came over and introduced himself to us. i had never seen the band live before, so i was not sure what to expect. now i know it involves billy taking off almost all of his clothes so that his pants are hanging around his knees and he can stick his hand down his little bikini briefs, not to mention strangling himself with the microphone cord, showing the audience the tops of his naked buttcheeks, and pretending to masturbate a lot. IGNORING THIS, he is actually a very pleasant and entertaining person to chat with. while he can't keep his hands off his crotch for more than 2 minutes when he is on stage, i did not see him put them there the whole time he stood talking to us. that was good. he did, however, put his face on my neck, and i didn't know what to do about it. ha.

he told us about the abandoned insane asylum they broke into last nite to play nancy drew and the hardy boys, and about sneaking up on old people at rest stops with vampire teeth in. he also does an uncanny impression of captain jack sparrow from "pirates of the carribean," and told us that trouble is good. i believe him. thankfully, i did not believe him when he told me it would be a good idea to go out in the lobby and start making out against the video games, or to ask my exboyfriend to borrow a dollar so that i could win billy a stuffed animal from that claw game. ha. he did talk me into walking arm in arm to stand in the doorway in tune to "break on through" by the doors. i couldnt stop laughing.

the show was way fun and i loved that they played "some things never fall." i also loved how billy claimed that his singing sounded like "gentle songbird stylings," whatever that means. ha! a band called 1208 opened the show, who played with gob a few times that we saw them and included the drummer who was in love with beth and spanked me on the butt while tom held me down. he didn't recognize us. while that may be sad for beth (it's not), it is good news for my butt.

i got my pictures from the ocean back today! i wish i had a scanner. there are some things in there that you only WISH you could see. i'll leave it to the imagination, but will tell you this: one picture includes beth sticking a substantial amount of vegetables into her bodily orifices -- 'nuff said.

there's a party at the sugar shack this saturday. did you know that? come over.

xoxo