Blowchella
I have not had a weekend this fierce in months. I saw Daft Punk and almost jizzed my pants. I danced a lot. I got caught by my ex making out with some boy during 'Filthy Gorgeous'. I drank way too much illicit tequila which was smuggled in via empty suntan lotion bottles. I met the best subway sandwich artist ever. I ate Tikka Masala with Imogen Heap (seriously). I pretended I was going to puke so I could use the first aid bathroom to do coke instead of risking missing any of the Scissor Sisters. I witnessed exactly four minutes of the freak show that is Madonna. I forgot two pillows, a morter and pestle, and my phone charger. I kept thinking about how good Daft Punk was all weekend long. I drooled over lots and lots and lots of boys; shirtless fags on Sunday and Ladytron scenesters on Saturday. I (naturally) got VIP'ed. I accidentally stepped on someone's face during Massive Attack. I expertly dodged any semblance of hangover. I totally cried when TV on the Radio played 'Ambulance'. I am totally not ashamed of that fact. I found the secret air-conditioned bathrooms with working sinks for dropping deuces. I partied at Amber until 4am the night we returned. I need a week off.
I'm back.
xoxo
QC
I'm back.
xoxo
QC
posted by thinandgorgeous at 4:37 PM
4 Comments:
Thank god You're back QC, I was getting into too much trouble.
--M
It's true; she was organizing the homeless into a small army, hellbent on taking back the Mission from the electro kids.
That is not true. I didn't want to take back the Mission from the electro-kids, I was putting them in internment camps in Pac Heights. Duh.
--M
That list belongs on McSweeney's Internet Tendency.
You really do rock ass.
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