hurro runday

fil is in love with this shirt, brings out his inner-perv. anyway we went to lee’s last nite to see the ethers (amazing!) and before that some shit band that cleared out the already cleared out room, ugh brutal doesn’t even cover it. so it was still pretty dead once our buddies hit the stage i wanted to dance up front to make it seem more full, but no one in our party was down, well not exactly true, some people were dancing but not my kind of dancing where i dance alone and try and look as retarded as possible but with irony, i dunno, it backfired and i felt like i looked like my mom the entire time, so awkward. it was just for the last song. fil has a slew of pictorial evidence i can’t wait to cringe over.

before all that we picked up steph and brought her to the burbs, fil scheduled a haircut, yes he’s one of those has to drive to the edge of the world to their dentist/doctor/hairdresser types. steph gave me TWO pairs of old lady glasses! what a girl.

steroids much?

we went to the arms to kill time during that ridiculous downpour, all of which funneled itself onto my fucking soul from just dashing car to bar, steph choked and lingered way too long under the awning where all the tropical buckets of rain were sloshing the most she’s like WHAT DO I DO i’m like OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR! so we had wine and a shot of ‘shclager to warm up cos i was seriously convulsively shivering and that weird thing when i lose circulation happens so my fingers lose blood, all colour, albino fingers, and go numb and steph was sopping wet head to toe. we also had spinach and artichoke dip.