Tales from the Weekend
This weekend was a little odd. At any given time, things were either stupefyingly mundane or completley bizarre. Like I was either lazily watching Con Air on USA or I was drunk at a party full of strangers, watching incredibly toned dancers play strip Twister. That sort of weekend.
Next weekend is already shaping up to be eventful, what with the Peer Gynt performance and two different parties, one at Laurel and Trumbo's place, and another in honor of Alan's impending birthday.
UPDATE: I think I can safely lump last night's choir rehearsal with Michael York into the "not every day" category from this past weekend. Oh, and I get a line all to myself! I threaten to boil Peer Gynt to a broth. Such imagery!
Next weekend is already shaping up to be eventful, what with the Peer Gynt performance and two different parties, one at Laurel and Trumbo's place, and another in honor of Alan's impending birthday.
UPDATE: I think I can safely lump last night's choir rehearsal with Michael York into the "not every day" category from this past weekend. Oh, and I get a line all to myself! I threaten to boil Peer Gynt to a broth. Such imagery!
posted by Jeff at 3:02 PM
3 Comments:
Whose holds those parties? You gotta let me know.
-undercoverpancakes
They're scary secret parties, like in "Eyes Wide Shut." If I told you, Sydney Pollack would have you killed.
He'd be upfront about it, though. Sidney Pollack's good like that.
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