is it weird im blogging?

3:11am.
4 day bender.
Drove home from detroit today to shower and come back. Came out friday. Sunday is tomorrow and I pick up drew at "ten to eight" pm tomorrow!

Sp's kicking everyone but the home team out of the house.

Funk night last night was smoky, dark, drugged, and beautiful. I danced my face off and was wooed by RAs continous wash of new moves she dusted off the shelf. Hazy, warm, and cold is how that was. and is.

"That kids like cool but pretty weird kinda"

"Hecka strange you know what I'm sayin"

"I think I'm gonna leave."

"Sure."

People are still loitering, drunk girls who didn't plan a ride home, stragglers who aren't done drowning their sorrows, and drunk asses who don't know home from ham.

"Take it around the world you know what I'm sayin? A and A. Answas and Andswas."

"Dick ass dick"

"He's so tiny but I still want to play!"

"Yo pelvis is whack"

"Faygo fa Dayzo"

"You straight scannin'!"

I have soundbites, a few photos, "holy fuck mustache party, get hyfee (or how ever the fuck you spell it)", hilarious mental images, dance offs, and a fuckin' constand buzz and faded smile for a rad ass weekend.

"I'm callin it a night."

3:24 AM