Crimson Tide

While they're still fresh, I will make note of the weekend's best quotes:

"God - this is a first. I'm drunker than you."

"The Mexicans won't help me move Easter Sunday, but the fags will."

"Oh, honey...look......that's you on the TV."

"Wanna gimme a back rub? There's cocoa butter in the bathroom."

"Thanks for the job offer, but....no....thank you. You can, however, suck my dick anytime you want."

Yeah...classy shit like that.

How I managed a 25 mile bike ride, a movie, a night at the City Museum with a reality TV star, a birthday party, dinner at a Nepalese restaurant, Dim Sum leftovers, 3 packs of cigarettes, 4 whiskeys, 2 pool games, Rick-James-Cocaine-Is-A-Helluva-Drug, aggressive flirting, mathletes, a box of Samoas, and a 3.5 hour conversation with a really nice guy...I dunno. There's more - so much more to write about - but I'm kinda content to hold the rest of it really tight, just snuggle up with my memories of a weekend that was just a little too strange to be true.

I suppose I could have just elaborated on any number of news-worthy topics......but....frankly....I just don't feel like it. I'm taking a day off to enjoy my new sweater (I can have hours of fun with it - pretending I'm Peter Lawford) and then get around to doing some real work for a change.