Wednesday, May 03, 2006


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.



Blogger Milkshake said...

Thank god You're back QC, I was getting into too much trouble.

Wednesday, 03 May, 2006  
Blogger Brodeur said...

It's true; she was organizing the homeless into a small army, hellbent on taking back the Mission from the electro kids.

Friday, 05 May, 2006  
Blogger Milkshake said...

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.

Saturday, 06 May, 2006  
Anonymous pant said...

That list belongs on McSweeney's Internet Tendency.

You really do rock ass.

Sunday, 07 May, 2006  

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