Oh good god. Tonight had a certain twinge of epicness that cannot fully be described. Well, of course, there were the usual devils: Deadhead, Silly Putty, BBW, Snaps, Beany Boy, CJ, Beany Boy Revisited, Teardrop. Now these coke-fiending belly-dancing fools are not legally dubbed these names, but our social credibility would be slaughtered if we were to mention the 'real ones'. We shall refer to them as the Regulars.
The night for the deux started with musical festivities by a siren of male vocals. We approve. Next, generic-brand banter with strangers/mates/demigods. Later came a tragic joke telling spell with a trio of unknowns (induced by a cigarette frenzy, of course). THEN CAME THE BEARFOLK. (wtf). Okay, we're are all for the electronically coma inducing boy/pop/confetti synth, but the mood was ruined by the less-than-enthusiastic man/bitchtorouge.
These are the folk who do not give free cig love.
So therefore we don't give a FOLK.
Anywho, NICK FRESH (thou who shall remain named) WAS BOSS. 'nuff said. With Friendly Picture Man capturing an accordion carrying Fresh and deux in a moment of dance bliss.
Night ended with Snap's intrusion, hipster snogging, Wolf Like Me and a 24 Hour CVS (Inn).
Busy hobos are we.
Au Revoir.
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