Closest thing I have to a picture. That is a glow stick on my wrist, and the ocean
Sometimes I wish you’d get a memo on Monday detailing what you did over the weekend. I keep finding all these surprises, like sand in odd places and these freaking paparazzi shots I knew nothing about. Apparently one of these photographers was there and bought me a beer, which I completely do not remember. I was, however, acting like a Personal Digital Assistant when I wasn’t in the bushes and I don’t really want to talk about it. On the other hand, there was at least one proper beating, an alleged urination and sand literally everywhere, so I don’t feel that bad. They should really do this rave thing again, though I think I’ll bring a chaperone next time.
Playing With Fire
St. Elmo is doing some fire dancing with this giant flaming pole, in rip-roaring shape as far as I know. The point of a giant flaming phallus is to attract girls of course, and he’s got one who’s trying to learn how to twirl the thing. Then this Johnny comes up and grabs the pole, which is very rude. Elmo, shoves him as a hint, and gets one-two square in the jaw for his troubles. Now Elmo is on the ground and getting it before he lands a solid right with his bejeweled hand. Then, like a true street fighter, he picks up the pole and starts whaling on the Johnny. I repeat, he is beating on the boy with a four foot metal pole. Elmo is actually a sweet and gentle soul, and now he feels bad. He stops the pummeling, picks up Johnny’s necklace and hands it to the boy, saying ‘You dropped this’.
Everyone got sand all over themselves the most quotable quote being – “I’ve got sand in my punani.” This is from the Walla, though I risk a premature death by revealing their secrets. Electra has some details on the sandiness, though that is not her quote at all.
One respected author and socialite left the party, curled up on the grass and returned with his pants wet. He claims that it was a respectable nap and he was not dreaming about waterfalls or anything.
And that’s all I heard yesterday. I’m sure there are more stories, so tell me if you can remember any. Oh yeah, and the meetup is at 6 today, and it’s Tuesday so I’m not going to embarass myself.