cheeseburgers everywhere
now playing: my son snoring on the sofa
once in a great while, you try to cram stuff into a very small space and it all manages to fit.
that was the case tonight, i think. the kids managed to get in three halloween runs - one with their mom, one with their grandparents, and something of a run here (certainly moreso for dylan than for jayda, whos' never really put a lot of effort into trying to fit in here). dylan and his posse disappeared to go around the block, only to be discovered over half an hour later by yours truly, walking up 6th avenue towards chestnut street with frosties from wendys'. apparently, they'd made the rounds of the fast food places on penn avenue and gotten some pretty righteous loot out there.
thankfully, there's strength in numbers. dylan dressed as a prostitute, in a dress with pink hair...he also had some makeup issues that implied facial hair, so he was christened "russian streetwalker barbie".
i went looking for them on my bike after a sufficient amount of time had passed, jokingly remarking that if i took the car, i might get arrested for solicitation if i pulled up next to him and he got in.
dylan passed on the trip to donnie and fayes', opting to stay at dereks', but he was on the sofa sleeping when we got in. jayda came along, and actually seemed to enjoy herself. it wasn't what you'd call a party, but it wasn't really a coffee clutch, either. the drummer from donnies' old band was there, faye's kids and a friend of hers whose name escapes me. jayda and i played pool in the basement and i very narrowly managed to win - she was a ball away from shooting at the eight, and had i not gotten very lucky, she would've taken me. faye was coaching her, and she took to it pretty quickly.
after the gathering was reduced to my entourage, faye donnie and jimmy, the drummer guy, we watched jackass reruns for an hour on MTV, and i almost hyperventilated...i tried to evade the charms of beavis and butthead back in the day for quite some time before they caught up to me, and now i'm afraid that i'm under bam margera's spell. anyone who spends all morning ironing cheeseburger decals on their dad's clothing can't be all bad.
once in a great while, you try to cram stuff into a very small space and it all manages to fit.
that was the case tonight, i think. the kids managed to get in three halloween runs - one with their mom, one with their grandparents, and something of a run here (certainly moreso for dylan than for jayda, whos' never really put a lot of effort into trying to fit in here). dylan and his posse disappeared to go around the block, only to be discovered over half an hour later by yours truly, walking up 6th avenue towards chestnut street with frosties from wendys'. apparently, they'd made the rounds of the fast food places on penn avenue and gotten some pretty righteous loot out there.
thankfully, there's strength in numbers. dylan dressed as a prostitute, in a dress with pink hair...he also had some makeup issues that implied facial hair, so he was christened "russian streetwalker barbie".
i went looking for them on my bike after a sufficient amount of time had passed, jokingly remarking that if i took the car, i might get arrested for solicitation if i pulled up next to him and he got in.
dylan passed on the trip to donnie and fayes', opting to stay at dereks', but he was on the sofa sleeping when we got in. jayda came along, and actually seemed to enjoy herself. it wasn't what you'd call a party, but it wasn't really a coffee clutch, either. the drummer from donnies' old band was there, faye's kids and a friend of hers whose name escapes me. jayda and i played pool in the basement and i very narrowly managed to win - she was a ball away from shooting at the eight, and had i not gotten very lucky, she would've taken me. faye was coaching her, and she took to it pretty quickly.
after the gathering was reduced to my entourage, faye donnie and jimmy, the drummer guy, we watched jackass reruns for an hour on MTV, and i almost hyperventilated...i tried to evade the charms of beavis and butthead back in the day for quite some time before they caught up to me, and now i'm afraid that i'm under bam margera's spell. anyone who spends all morning ironing cheeseburger decals on their dad's clothing can't be all bad.
posted by tom at 02:33
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