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Eric is turning out to be quite the music critic, even if he does think Mars Volta sucks. He can add it to his already outstanding resume of loving father, established mustache architect, and the most rad-ass double-keyboard-guitar players ive ever seen. Just don't ever put "Straight Up" by Paula Abdul on a jukebox while hes around. He can't control himself.
Here's my night: 1. Our friend Maxines exhibit at SOU. Saw some old friends Boris and Hiro. Awesome foreigners. Boris was high, and Hiro was rocking the keyboard and guitar at the same time.
2. Went to Philson's. Drank some beer. Played drinking games with girls that I wouldn't exactly call dumb, its just that everything that came out of their mouths was fuckin stupid.
3. Broke on up out of that shit. Went to the Living Legends concert, videotaped, left before the Living Legends came on. Gave our wristbands to our friends Maxine and Cant-remember-her-name.
4. Walked across town for the second time, went to Irish Pat's house for a G-seps shindig. Full keg of Pabst. Sat around smoking cigerettes and getting drunk, talkin shit, telling jokes, and coming up with song titles for our Giseppi's Pizza Party Allstar Band. Its a whole bunch of pizza makers singing songs about pizza! Genious. Irish Pat did 12 keg stands and drank constantly from a pitcher of beer. And I thought I was a good drinker.
Wispy was puttin the moves on this 18 year old cutie from Alaska. She seemed interested. Or drunk. But I think there is a good chance Wisp has found his valentine.
Well thats all I got
MUCH LUV SLEDG
ps. bearded jon managed to pass out while he was walking last night. He hit his face on 2 lightpoles, lost his hat, and contemplated sleeping in the gutter. After he hit the first pole he called me up and yelled at me about how fucked up everything was right then.
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