Oh what fun
TOnight, was the night when two became one. It was also the night when we went to a couple of parties and hung out with plenty of people that we didn't really know. That's not a usual course of action, but it's not too terribly out of the ordinary either. Pretty interesting huh? THe point is, I'm semi-drunk now and typing to you about itwhich means that 'semi' should be 'pretty' which puts me on the positive end of the spectrum.
Elite Strike-force
On sunday, Erica and I are going to be playing in a teams-MAGIC-tournament with our friend Mike whom we met through playing magic. It'll be fun, and I'm looking forward to it, but I don't have a whole lot of faith in my magic playing abilities. I'd say 10% of the game is about thinking up new and innovative ways to use the cards and the other 90% is remembering the little things you need to do and what order to do them in. It's sortof like taking care of a dog. YOu can be nice and pet them and stuff, but the real important stuff is remembering to feed them and walk them and stuff. Magic is Life. The rest is just details.
The good old days
Anal Cunt is a horrible horrible band. I knw that their songs are meant to offend and that's the whole thing, but it's just unlistenable. It's like owning a Carrot-Top album. It's got kitsch value, but that's it. Speaking of that, we listened to the Napoleans first practice today in Adam's van and thought about all the good times that band got to enjoy. I was really disappointed in my singing ability because I sounded like I had cotton in my mouth the whole time. The last thing I want to be remembered as is 'outlandish'. I mean, sure I played the accordion, but there are plenty of people who remember me as a decent caring human being. Still, when I think of who I am, I find it hard to find the proper adjectives to fit the bill. What would you say? Oh that's right, you don't write me.
