When Roop called me Friday night from the city, I told her not to be jealous of my adventures in Target. She told me she'd read some article about how Target was the hot new place to meet people. Um, I was cruising the aisles, but not cruising the aisles - if you know what I'm saying.
Saturday, it was time to be "down with the brown." I met up with ads, brimful, and oodles (plus assorted nonblogging friends) at Pakwan. (A, B, O - blood types! This is the kind of random thought I have pretty much every waking moment.) Then, off to the Masonic Center for Dhol di Awaz 8! Poor, poor nonblogging friend who sat next to me. I was all the time pestering her with the questions. "What are they saying? What's up with the rats on sticks???" Actually, we never did answer that one. So far, 5 Punjabis have been consulted - if you know, please drop me a comment.
The show was fantastic, but I also enjoyed flipping through the program. Dude, guys - what are you thinking when you name yourself "Knightz" or anything with the word "lethal"? One crew had filim style pics of the members. Nonblogging friend and I zeroed in on a pic of a guy who spends more time on his eyebrows than I do. As NBF said, "That's the look I go for when I get my brows done - I tell them, 'Make me look bitchy!'" Priceless. When he was on stage, I yelled, "Go [name of Brows]! Go [name of Brows]!" Then, I realized his mom was probably sitting behind me and I shut the hell up.
Then, it was off to Lingba to meet SJM and a visiting friend. Note to self: if a drink is called a bowl of monkeys, it's not for you. Don't be fooled by the comically long straws!!
ignominious - finding out that the actual meaning of "double battery, single power" is someone who wears glasses, i.e. that you, in fact, are double battery single power.
Lingba is where I realized that dancing for me is what alcohol is to other people - it lowers my inhibitions to the point where the next day I end up saying to myself, "WHAT were you thinking?" Somewhat against its will, I turned Lingba into a dance party. As the vaguely creepy guy at the bar told me, I did a "fucking good job of hopping around."
The rest of the long weekend is another post.
I have promised Chai and other people taking the Bar today that I will channel brain waves in their direction. So, don't expect much in the way of posting and/or wittiness for the next 2-3 days.
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What was in that bowl of monkeys??! I believe I asked NBF that exact question the next day.
From the website:
LINGBA (ling·ba (leeng-bah) n. -Thai for crazy monkey
Well. That explains so much. I think the drink had rum in it? I remember that much. And pineapple juice? And, of course, small plastic animals.
ads: any ideas?
I think the menu said that the "bowl of monkeys" includes two types of rum, amaretto, and pineapple juice. and fire. and a dance party.
for the life of me i forget where i read it, but yeah man, target and trader joes. that's the last time i go grocery shopping in my sweats.
roop - you should try the Marina Safeway if you are really looking for a pick-up joint experience while shopping. :)
Also, don't forget the earring accessories that come with the bowl of monkeys. Y'all are nuts!
Thank you maisnon! It is done and I am done until July! =)
Your energy was felt. Thank you for the support and love over the past 3.5 months.
You and I both know I wouldn't have made it through without you! BIG HUGS AND KISSIES!
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