[Dynagroove] So, I'm feeling a little longwinded.

[~Sara]

  When I first moved here, my best friend at the time lived here as well.  He 
rented a guesthouse from this crazy drunk but harmless lady named Lisa.  She 
was like a sitcom writer who just stayed at home and stayed drunk.  Lisa 
smoked like 3 packs a day and was originally from Alambama, so she had this 
raspy southern drawl mixed with a little SoCal generic-ness.  Lisa had this 
dog named Jeane-Louise who was the center of her world.  Sometimes she would 
get drunk and in her voice be like, "Now Jeane, you shut the fuck up."  It 
wasn't animal cruelty, her world literally revolved around Jeane-Louise.  So 
much so we had a 2 day party for Jeane-Louise' birthday and for weeks prior to 
the actual fiesta, Lisa would talk about what she was planning (like a bounce 
house and live music and shit) and comment on how faded we would get.  
Needless to say,  that night goes down in infamy as one of the most faded we 
have all ever been, TRUST.  And from then on, those nights that you come home 
not looking too hot but you had an amazing time.  Those nights where you even 
outdo yourself with how many drinks and/or substances you might have enjoyed.  
Those are the nights you have partied like it is Jeane-Louise's Birfday.  With 
that being said,  I partied like it was Jeane-Louise' frickin Bat Mitzvah at 
Futurehouse.  I was there longer than a day at work and it felt like a few 
hours.  We just got there and the next thing I knew it was last call and then 
the next thing I knew the sun was up and they were serving alcohol again.  
Lilly and Leonard own, that was such a good time.  You have some supporters 
for life.  I didn't dance much inside though, the outside patio was so dope 
and just fucking chill, good call on that one.  Really, it was an exceoptional 
night all around.  And my friends rule the fucking school, truly.  I am one 
lucky biznatch.

I can't say all that without commenting on the rest of my weekend though.  
Friday night I stayed in and watched Mr. Deeds.  Yea, Mr. Deeds.  Saturday 
night, I had a dance-a-rific good time at the King-King.  Again, Kemal rocked 
my world, he deserves to be stalked.  And again, they made my many gin and 
tonics too strong, and again I woke up still drunk, but hey ho.  I loved the 
vibe all night and the music from Roy Davis , Jr. was just what the Denise 
ordered.  Props to Sue for being Sue, yo. 

Ok, enough from me, see ya'll mother fuckers at System.

~Sara


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Men aren't attracted to me by my mind, 
They're attracted by what I don't mind.
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