wooohoo

it's friday night, bitches.


i'm at doug's house (which is in graham's old building, every time i come up here i automatically turn to go to graham's, but... it's the wrong way. doh, i'm stupid. we're all drinking, in doug's room, because the living room is too crowded. we might go to studio later, but they're shady and i HATE them more than life itself, so we might not go. jon and i think tonight might be "the one with the bud ice." (last weekend was "the one where graham comes back" ... hmm.) bud ice will fuck you up fast... dude. now i know why nick drinks it all the time. it reminds me of psycho beach party... mmmm bud ice. (we actually have bud ice light. how cool are we? very.)


someone is singing a song behind us... it's something like.. "doug and me... climbed a tree..." it's gonna be a big hit. you heard it here first kids.


bud ice apparently fucks jon up more than normal people. because he's quoting sex in the city... (but, so am i... whoops.... "i had my maaaan jokes.... and my purse puns..." "i'm drunk. drunk at vogue.")


the view from doug's window is way better than graham's... i can watch iowa ave from where i'm sitting.... graham's i could only watch the back door of the piano lounge.... and the plants on the people across the alley's balcony.


it's only ten! ah! a follow up blog of how i spent the evening (if i can remember) will follow tomorrow.