Last night, my buddies and I went to see "Rain Machine", Kyp Malone's little side project. We're sitting there out in the crowd, during intermission, trying to come up with words to describe the show thus far. You can't capture things in certain words. We settled on a few, which, were "good", "awesome" and "orgasmic". That does nothing to really summarize how great Malone was.
We had such a great time. The entire crowd of people were trashed. They were dancing to music that Malone wasn't even putting out, somewhere in their heads they were at a club downtown grinding against some dude. I was amused, but wish they could have fully enjoyed what was being pulsated through their ears. It was pornographic and it was intense. (I obviously, tossed in the word "orgasmic" to size "Rain Machine" up.)
I was also able to work my first media pass for this show. This is a whole other blog in itself. But I did it, and I'm pretty out of my mind excited about doing it again.
This is completely random, but my bff, Mori is very funny. She won't let me post this on twitter, she won't let me post this on Facebook, so it's going here, right on my blog.
She says the most completely random things. She does not have a filter. I like this.
It's Friday. We go to a little coffee shop, pull out our laptops. She's photoshopping some of her designs, while I write my little heart out and listen to some music. I'm staring behind the counter, watching the three young barista girls who all look very pretty. I watch them tend to the customers and work their barista magic. I pull off my headphones, tap her on the shoulder and ask simply, with my head in the clouds, "I wonder how many of these girls were madly in love with him?" Mori stares at me for a second, glares and says "They are all lesbians, you moron." She puts back on her headphones and continues photoshopping. Just like that my reality shifts.
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