Señor Grumblecakes (jervo) wrote,
Señor Grumblecakes

Ended up having a really good time Tuesday night. My friend Todd played a solo show at the Baggot Inn, which was great, and then we went up to my friend Devin's apartment, where he was having an insane all-day rooftop BBQ keg party. Lots of old faces. Oh, and lots of hash, too, so I very quickly became somewhat floaty. There was a full moon and a really bizarre sky, and planes were lining up in their approaches to LGA airport and their landing lights were sort-of glowing, right over our heads.

Yesterday was a floppy day with the woman, who came down with something and was on decongestants. We invented a new kind of Scrabble, wherein you can use made-up words only if they're not nouns and you can define them and use them in a sentence; but we also created incentives for using real words. It's hard to explain here without actually listing the rules, which we wrote down but I don't have with me. The problem with using made-up words is that they have to sound like they could be real. I made up "Hephia", which could be either a heart condition or a hazel-ish color, but I couldn't figure out how to make it a non-noun.

I'm being handed work left and right, now, so I should probably, you know, do some of it.

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