All in all, a quite accurate portrayal of the evening,
stand/alone/bitch, excepting certain portions of the night, of which I will address several.
It must be mentioned that we were possibly the motliest (is that a word?) crew I have ever been a part of:
Kit Lo, the briefcase-toting asian gentleman
stand/alone/bitch, a small, kosher, non-bitch
yossarian, who reminds me altogether too much of my father, except more like a normal human
juliet, who talked an awful lot about breasts
ailie, who didn't say an awful lot about anything
and me, nocodeforparanoia, the chain-smoking, underage drinking, no good art student.
First, WickerNipple accused me of smoking "fake" cigarettes. He rolls his own. We're all very proud, Andy.
We decided, based on my current life (which I will not be going into) that peeling the labels off your beer is not a sign of sexual frustration.
Some guy showed up with juliet. He seemed very uncomfortable, and left early.
I'm NOT a baby. And yes, I wrote that node. And it's true.
Got back to school around 12:45 and did three hours of homework, not including frequent trips to the roof for cigarettes. Art's hard when you're bombed.
All in all an outstanding evening. Thanks, Matt. Good stuff.
See you Sunday.