Strange night-o-frolic...

Cold and alcoholic...


So, back to friendster...

A few weeks back I got "friendstered" by someone I hadn't seen in years, a guy named Josh. From the old neighborhood. Which was fine...

And then I "friendstered" his brother Nate, who asked me to come out... to watch them both spin records in Charm City, at a sweet little place called Shorty's.

Nate promised that it would be both "chill" and "old skool."

He didn't lie! It was totally chill and old skool...

So old skool that the night ended with a crowd of people reminiscing about Roland Park, ps#233. Go RAMS!!! We were all joking about dorky kids and slutty kids and awful teachers. Fond memories of the urban public schools...

About how it never occured to us that in some schools, there was TP in the bathrooms, and that the stalls had doors.

Remember Ms. Conway, the French teacher who only spoke Spanish? Remember how the teachers used to sell frozen Koolaid in paper cups for some easy cash on the side? Remember, Home-slice?

Pretty wonderful.

And then another old neighborhood friend told me that if I weren't getting married he would really like me. He said I was pretty. He said "It's cool how you don't ever have an agenda."

Bless his heart! I can't think of a nicer compliment.

And then we all danced the night away. Old Skool. Doodoo Brown. Boom...

I got yer boyfriend.