Let me hit you with the 411 right now, as unfortunate Rocco would say (Rocco, who snapped yesterday big time: who called me inappropriate here ?), LL and I went to a sidewalk sale in front of my place today and I bought a US$5 pair of stripped pants (that I’ll be wearing at a straight party in Cleveland Park with Kristen L. tonight just as to avoid confusion) but then …this is when it becomes interesting…. back home I found US$6 in 1 dollar bills in the pants pocket.
Conversation overheard today:
X: I only steal underwear from people I don’t have sex with and smell them…straight people usually.
Y: Oh…what do they smell like ?
X: They smell like sweat, moist and dirty…not clean…like human body…crotch
Y: I wonder what he would think if he knew you had stolen his briefs.
X: At this point I think he would probably not want them back.
To answer Yvan F. question on the lack of little red hearts on my driving license: I am not an organ giver because I have no healthy organs right now.
Among other news, LL and I went to L’Enfant to check out Karl’s Yogi body, the obviously cracked out bartender and drink our last Bloody Mary before he heads to law school tonight. I discovered on the Menu that L’Enfant has a Wine & Wig Wednesday night “Bad Hair is back”. It striked as being very similar to the Fish N’Ship at the 18th and U diner: a delusion and an unberaeably sad one (I hear I am wrong though...). I could not help but go on their website to check this out: well basically if you wear a wig on Wednesday there, you drink half-price wine. I never saw anybody with a wig drinking wine on a Wednesday there but I’ll pay more attention next time !. How cheap do you have to be to wear a wig or a toupet at L'Enfant just to get a 50% discount on a wine glass. As I don’t want anybody to spit in my “Crêpes”, I won’t make additional comments.
Oh my God they killed Matt H. ! Who is going to make out with Ashley now ?…. When you are done with Matt’s blog, have a look to Dominique Straus-Khan’s blog that will piss my parents off. Among the books I’ll have to read are Kung Fu High School, American Taboo and The Working Poor : Invisible in America by David K. Shipler (a topic I am obviously very interested in these days).
Enough nonsense for today, I am late to pay tribute to John H. Johnson.
"spit" is our special ingredient and you never complained about it when you were binge-drinking.
Posted by: Karl | Monday, August 29, 2005 at 08:54 AM