the paris of america.

[jacktellslies]

today was nice. i read a lot, and played with the baby in her paddling pool, and shaved my head, and drank some tea. i went to the pub. oh, pub, i do love you. i also love the people with whom i went there, namely, patrick, patty, stine, liz, and heather. there was witty banter. liz was that kind of nerd. patrick's shirt was mashy, and he asked all of us whether or not we'd ever faked orgasms. patty told us about giving out birth control (she works at a gyn) and we talked about wanting IUDs. stine's lady did not come, but they will both be visiting pittsburgh next weekend, which is most exciting. i've been assured that lori is awesome, and licks peoples' faces, and that these facts are related. when we were accused of being quiet, we all shouted, "vagina". i go back to avalon tomorrow. i'm glad. goodnight, philadelphia.

Comments

[jupiterjuniper.livejournal.com]

ah to be a fly on that pub-wall...

[randiriel.livejournal.com]

The Pub loves you back. It told me.

[earlofgrey.livejournal.com]

hehe! did it happen to mention anything else?

[randiriel.livejournal.com]

It thinks you are dashing and brilliant and witty.

[earlofgrey.livejournal.com]

oh! what a nice restaurant!

[randiriel.livejournal.com]

It's all true. I back up the Pub 100%.

[earlofgrey.livejournal.com]

hehe.