2004-12-09 - 12:07 p.m.


 

Richmond and stuff

I like to think of myself as having a pretty good memory for things. I�m good with numbers generally and if shown something that has crossed my path I can place it with an event or time from whence I remember it.

The photos I�m about to post are a different story. I remember being in two of these shots; shots being the operative word because after so many shots, things tend to get fuzzy�if not completely black.

Two words sum up the holiday party that we attended Saturday: watermelon moonshine. If you�re at a party and someone walks in with a jar filled with pink liquid�beware. At first I thought someone had premixed some cosmo�s and they were bringing some for the group. I asked what was going on with his jar of fairy juice and he told me what it was and how many state lines it had illegally crossed before winding up in his possession. It was good�a little too good.

I�m going to rewind here for a second and take you back to Friday when we arrived in town about 10:00pm only to be escorted right back out the door and into downtown Richmond. Two bars and many drinks later we wind up at a private, members only club. At first it sounds like some sort of underground sex party and while they did have fully costumed mannequins bound and tied up to the ceiling/walls, the place was empty. We took up the entire dance floor and all of our requests were honored by the DJ. Cut to Eric doing his Beyonce �Crazy in Love� walk. I did an encore at the party Saturday night. If you run into me on the street and ask me to do it�I probably will if I�m not already doing it on my own accord.

We went to bed at 5:00 woke up at 8:30 and the party prep began. I made the best salsa known to man and went shopping at Target where I bought four skull caps. Three solids and one fun print. My hair looks like the devil�s stomping grounds when the caps are removed after prolonged wear.

Highlights of the party include:

1. The host passing out while talking face down onto the floor
2. The host passing out a second time and not remembering either incident
3. Playing drunken Soul Caliber II with the straight boys and totally kicking their ass
4. Being pointed to from across the room and hearing my friend say �no, that�s the black girl I�m talking about right there in the white shirt.�

On with the pictures!

This is my lounging on the couch before the main events began Friday night. I look like I�m not going to cause any trouble whatsoever. Fun how that works.

I take my salsa making VERY seriously.

Because I�m so fancy, I needed to have Virginia Slim 120s for the party. Look how much fun I�m having!

Magnets on a fridge always spell trouble at a party. You can�t see the last line, but it said something along the lines of Booty Jam.

Those were the cream of the crop from Richmond. I went out with a friend on Tuesday and he gave me pictures from my birthday party that I never got back from him so I�m going to post those too�like ta here�d here�d go!

Me surprised with a drink in my hand and Kristin sayin �fuck the bullshit, if y�all need me I�ll be right here shakin it on down to the ground.�

Me with my friend Rich who gave me the pictures. His shirt says Jabber Jaw on it. You know you want one too.

That�s about all I have for you folks this week. I�m trying to delve into my mind to figure out what else happened that night. All I know was there were group pictures taken that I don�t remember, I took a shot about every 30 minutes�and I smoked almost two packs of cigarettes. I was a pretty mess on Sunday. Hooray!

e.

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