Yummy.

That's the word that sums up my weekend. Yummy friends, yummy sleep, and yummy party. On Friday the Squarepusher show ended up paling in comparison to the trip it took to get there. After some kick ass burritos, we headed back to the Wood Shack (i.e. our apartment) for some Louisville Slugger and watching MXC. We called for a cab and after about 30 minutes of phone calls and swear words the cab to beat all cabs pulls up to our door.

We pile in and the driver is too bizarre for words. Long black dreds, Bob Marley hat, rubber snakes all coiled on the dashboard. He then hits the radio and "Red, Red Wine...." comes on. Damn. The show was pretty good. It was entirely too packed so we couldn't really get a good look at the stage but not too shabby. There was a human beat box that was insane. Squarepusher ended up finally showing up on stage at 3:00 a.m. after some shitty jungle DJs. Good stuff all around.

Saturday, my god. Started the day by sleeping in until 1 p.m., then going to the hobby shop so theMan could fix his truck. A gas powered truck running about 30 mph straight into a concrete curb does not make for good times. Also found out a pal of mine is pregnant after months of trying! Congrats Jen!

Later that night we hit up a party...and my goodness. There were more people per square inch in that apartment than should have been allowed. Great time though, even did a little dancing to some shitty hip hop. Yes, the Mistress ended her sober streak but the word for the night was "maintain" and that's what I did. This is how dedicated I am to the party: I ripped my skirt jumping a wall to go hang out with Moss. Whoo hooo! One of the highlights of the night was walking home when the sun came up, seeing the sunrise and sharing that with a friend. Yea, I suppose I'm feeling a little sentimental.

Definitely hung over today but there's a flow of sheer happiness under that. Nothing like a good weekend to brighten up my mood.