ahem, squared (at least)

a friday night with the latest addition to the family of goers.
i decide to take `giochi' with me for some drumming (and wingman action, though that development was unplanned - thanks, my latest pimp - AHEM).
what ensued included our trusty goer decorating guest musicians with glo sticks, flailing about on picnic tables (and incurring bruises she couldn't remember receiving the next day), spilling MY drink all over ME, and well, yes, pimping me out (AHEM).
oh, and screaming at passing cars to stop staring at us in bushwick in the middle of the night.

definitely taking this one out again. the impression she made on all and sundry was indelible

excerpt from drummer email the next day: `i imagine your friend woke up on Team Hangover today.'
i said nothing of Team Bruise. or Team Mortification, for that matter