July 12th, 2008


(no subject)

I've just come back from Ari's and Julia's and Brad's and I forget the other names' housewarming party. I have been playing Rock Band or one of its variants for approximately 12 hours now. I have been drinking for approximately 7 of those hours. It has been a blast.

The party was winding down when two random gentlemen, who'd heard the melodious strains of Bon Jovi or whatnot wafting from the second story, invited themselves up to the party. After taking turns singing Pixies and the Police, they handed me their brown paper bag bottle -- King Cobra malt liquor ("now there's a man who knows his malt liquor" one remarked, though I'd seen the logo on the bottleneck), allowed me an almost ritualistic swig, and then departed in amiable drunken friendship.

Only in Davis Powderhouse Square.