now THAT was a par-tay
Nov. 25th, 2002 10:43 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lauralhI don't think I need to do that anytime again ever. At least, not till I'm no longer feeling lonesome. Changing mental states, either by use of stimulants or depressants (and lack of sleep resulting), simply exacerbated my loneliness to the point that I wanted to make a "cuddle call" (as opposed to a booty call) to any one of a number of guys. Instead I watched Futurama et al, the first hour of Hackers, and fell asleep.
The non-par-tay related bits of the weekend were cool and artsy though, going to the Henry and On the Boards, and taking pictures of crappy factories and abandoned buildings in SoDo. Getting to actually trespass inside a half-demolished office space, even climbing upstairs at one point, was cool. At one point we considered going into the basement, but we were two girls alone with no gun, and "I've seen this movie." So we just peered down the stairs and through the outside window.
(Oh, and I got to meet Evan, too. He has pretty eyes.)
The non-par-tay related bits of the weekend were cool and artsy though, going to the Henry and On the Boards, and taking pictures of crappy factories and abandoned buildings in SoDo. Getting to actually trespass inside a half-demolished office space, even climbing upstairs at one point, was cool. At one point we considered going into the basement, but we were two girls alone with no gun, and "I've seen this movie." So we just peered down the stairs and through the outside window.
(Oh, and I got to meet Evan, too. He has pretty eyes.)
