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After a horrible day, went out with Bri Bri and his merry wife-ee and Dave of the furry arms, and headed up to Hollywood/LA/Fairfax to Farmers Market and food, and chillin' and seeing Jazz and drinking beer.
Met these two lovely young ladies of Bri Bri's acquaintance (Yay Brian! ABout time! NICE JOB DAMMIT!) Anyrate, we schleped down the street to Molly Malones to go see this young lady named Thena Dare play some music of her own making. Damn DAMN GOOD Folk music. In the classic sense of Singer-Songwriter. We were all hella impressed, and moved, and all the guys (Me, Dave and the Married Bri) fell in love. Something about cute musicians with sad, soulful, lovely voices. Happens everytime. We bought CDs. She came by and thanked us all for coming, and was really humble and stuff. Gave us her drink tickets. Much rawk.
Then we sat and talked and flirted (some) and drank (little) and talked about some of everything, and it was neat. Neat change. And then we decided that we wanted to go to Swingers, and we started walking, but some folks got all lazy and though we argued that in New York we would have walked the 7 or 8 blocks, and folks said, yeah but it's LA, and so we drove.
We waited talking for nearly an hour before we decided that we weren't really hungry and more into just hanging out. And then we were all tired. So we drove home.
Somewhere before all of this I picked up a copy of the Jim Henson's Storyteller on DVD. I'm going to go and watch all 9 episodes now. maybe. I should sleep. Screw it. Tomrrow, Baby party, Maybe pre-hockey party, and then Echo park and dancing and drinking.
And no work on Monday. Thank Most Holy for small favors.
Met these two lovely young ladies of Bri Bri's acquaintance (Yay Brian! ABout time! NICE JOB DAMMIT!) Anyrate, we schleped down the street to Molly Malones to go see this young lady named Thena Dare play some music of her own making. Damn DAMN GOOD Folk music. In the classic sense of Singer-Songwriter. We were all hella impressed, and moved, and all the guys (Me, Dave and the Married Bri) fell in love. Something about cute musicians with sad, soulful, lovely voices. Happens everytime. We bought CDs. She came by and thanked us all for coming, and was really humble and stuff. Gave us her drink tickets. Much rawk.
Then we sat and talked and flirted (some) and drank (little) and talked about some of everything, and it was neat. Neat change. And then we decided that we wanted to go to Swingers, and we started walking, but some folks got all lazy and though we argued that in New York we would have walked the 7 or 8 blocks, and folks said, yeah but it's LA, and so we drove.
We waited talking for nearly an hour before we decided that we weren't really hungry and more into just hanging out. And then we were all tired. So we drove home.
Somewhere before all of this I picked up a copy of the Jim Henson's Storyteller on DVD. I'm going to go and watch all 9 episodes now. maybe. I should sleep. Screw it. Tomrrow, Baby party, Maybe pre-hockey party, and then Echo park and dancing and drinking.
And no work on Monday. Thank Most Holy for small favors.
