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It's soooo not Johnny Kemp...
May. 6th, 2004 09:36 pmWhat a day. Maaaaan.
And after much screaming and yelling and me pounding my dest and *re* injuring my hand from a box punching incident at the office (I must remember to not roll my fist when I punch things. I have to hit with the line down my first two fingers, and NOT with the last two. Bad things happen to the tendons...OUCH...), I made it easy on myself and declared to Dave and![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
vsprtn that we should go and hit gnosh and drinks for happy hour at Claim Jumper on PCH in Long Beach. Needed Drink.
We sat and chatted like nuts about some of everything while sipping on 7&7's, beer and water (Anna, what's up with that, chicka?), and chomping down on the sliders, fries, pizza and a really honkin' huge ass Bannana Pudding Cookie thingmadoodle with the ice cream on the bottom.
I think that Dave was drifting off during our High School reunion stories. But there was much giggling during the rants on masturbation, Post HS Graduation/Reunion Hook Uppers, Monkey Sex, boozing history, travel, Cruise Shippings, Blood in Movies, Sex on TV, Pit Crews for Vibrators, Bat Boy The Musical (What's next, World News on Ice?) and general fun. Hee.
Oh yeah, and we watched these kids next to us doing Body Shots and making out. Damn. How I miss that (Yes, the making out, as well, but the Body Shots...fun, tee. hee. hee). Ah, College :-)
405 North to 710 North to 91 West, singing 80's Brat Pack songs all the way! "We were cool! On! Christ! And we danced! Hall! Danced!"
Got home in time to check out Survivor and watch a really surprised old dude. Man, that shit got ugly. Caught the whole of CSI, and the last five minutes of Friends. Thank you CBS for ending the show a little early so that I could at least catch the end of the thing. Sure, I didn't watch it, not really, but I followed it enough to know it was an appropriate ending. Not sad, just "That one with the ending."
Well framed ending.
And crap. I've just realized that my phone's been muted since noon. Voice mail galore! Woomph...well, shit...missed everyone...crappage...
Must call folks back....
And after much screaming and yelling and me pounding my dest and *re* injuring my hand from a box punching incident at the office (I must remember to not roll my fist when I punch things. I have to hit with the line down my first two fingers, and NOT with the last two. Bad things happen to the tendons...OUCH...), I made it easy on myself and declared to Dave and
vsprtn that we should go and hit gnosh and drinks for happy hour at Claim Jumper on PCH in Long Beach. Needed Drink.We sat and chatted like nuts about some of everything while sipping on 7&7's, beer and water (Anna, what's up with that, chicka?), and chomping down on the sliders, fries, pizza and a really honkin' huge ass Bannana Pudding Cookie thingmadoodle with the ice cream on the bottom.
I think that Dave was drifting off during our High School reunion stories. But there was much giggling during the rants on masturbation, Post HS Graduation/Reunion Hook Uppers, Monkey Sex, boozing history, travel, Cruise Shippings, Blood in Movies, Sex on TV, Pit Crews for Vibrators, Bat Boy The Musical (What's next, World News on Ice?) and general fun. Hee.
Oh yeah, and we watched these kids next to us doing Body Shots and making out. Damn. How I miss that (Yes, the making out, as well, but the Body Shots...fun, tee. hee. hee). Ah, College :-)
405 North to 710 North to 91 West, singing 80's Brat Pack songs all the way! "We were cool! On! Christ! And we danced! Hall! Danced!"
Got home in time to check out Survivor and watch a really surprised old dude. Man, that shit got ugly. Caught the whole of CSI, and the last five minutes of Friends. Thank you CBS for ending the show a little early so that I could at least catch the end of the thing. Sure, I didn't watch it, not really, but I followed it enough to know it was an appropriate ending. Not sad, just "That one with the ending."
Well framed ending.
And crap. I've just realized that my phone's been muted since noon. Voice mail galore! Woomph...well, shit...missed everyone...crappage...
Must call folks back....
