8.16.2005
i am exhausted from the weekend and none of the exhaustion was sex or party induced. so the biggest thing going on at at the casa de lesbo is that Liz's stuff is moving in. and so is her mail. that is more accurate than saying "liz is moving in" shes been here all along. so saturday night we went over to pack her stuff to get ready to move her on sunday. around 2am i decided it was time to go home. she decided it was time to slice her thumb open with a mat knife so i changed the game plan from going home to going to the ER
now i like to go out and party i can get myself a little saucy now and again but in all my years of parties and various activities that shall not be mentioned here i have never ended up in the ER.
the likes of that ER, i have never seen the bar fight losers who got kicked in the eyes ("um...i got kicked in the temple a bunch of times too can we see a doctor soon?"), the drunk debutante who drove herself right into the cops ("I FUCKING HATE MY MOTHER AND FATHER AND I DON'T EVER WANT TO FUCKING SEE THEM AGAIN!!!"), the overdose who was pissed when he was asked to remove himself from the comfy wheelchair he'd been inhabiting for the past 3 hours ("FUCKING COLD ASS METAL CHAIR!!! I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU ARE MAKING ME SIT IN THIS!!") the fat brooklyn italian guy who got himself hit with a bottle in the head (he was sort of priceless, so one quote does him no justice at all...."I'm dere havin a good tiiiime...tawkin to a boutiful girl and all of a sudden an A-rab hits me in da head wit a beea bottle.." the group of english tourists who got in an accident in a cab ("well i got a pre-script fo vick-o-dine... i dont know what that is." at which point, my ever vigilant gf chimes in "OMG!!! they gave you VICODIN?!?!?!")
it was worth Liz's $35 copay for the 4 hours of entertainment.
.: posted by landry 11:11 AM
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