2002-12-05 || 10:46 a.m.

|| see, ton, i am gonna write about it. ||

good good friend o is here. sister is leaving for two-month-plus stay in barstow wrangling desert tortoises on saturday. best friend m will be hovering around come late december. and thankfully wonderfully this month is full of parties and engagements and visits with new friends and old friends and friends floating around in outer space. shuffle shuffle shuffle.

last night was one of those very good nights full of wondrous friends and little adventures and sore midsections from all the laughing. piling into the little car for dinner in chinatown, making off with yams and new missy elliot-inspired terminology and fart bombs and pop-pops from a tourist-trappedy store. standing at oak and buchanan waiting for a car to run over a malfunctioning stink bomb (at least five cycles of cars before it was hit), the six of us laughing uncontrollably and trying very hard not to look so conspicuous, standing there doubled over. and when it did finally go off, anticlimactically, very noisily, we made a run for it, the unsuspecting car stopping for fear of bombs and flat tires. there was another one, equally anticlimactic, and then the climb up the hill. at kell and ton's we filled up k's room looking at old pictures and field guides and the large picture of rod stewart's ass (sooo kelly.). there were dance moves. kelly and her horsie/booty dance. there was a. em. group robot dance session. there was. oh dear. a synchronized six-person robot dance domino effect extravaganza, spanning the length of a very long victorian hallway, involving elbows and waving hands and knocking each other over the head (sorry, guys. i still think it was very funny. you can always deny any involvement.) (maybe i will deny involvement too, seeing how horrendously nerdy it all sounds, but i had the best best time. it will be our little secret.)

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