Friday, December 23, 2005
I'm Still Here
Sorry, I was out drinking with The Family Stump.
They're utterly dreadful. Very talented musicians singing about very horrible things.
It was a hoot, down at The Railway Club.
It has made the completion of The Christmas Knitting a little less likely, however it was way worth it. I don't get out much.
I wandered around downtown, I actually chased down a vagrant and gave him $20 (don't tell my husband) and then went to a hotel where I was accosted by a security guard. I asked him very politely to help me find first a bathroom (damn that beer!) and then a taxi and he did both with great aplomb. I like being taken care of, it was very nice.
I'm now home and think I shall read a blog or two and then fall on my face.
And yes, I smell like a French Ho, yet again.
More tomorrow. Or not.
# posted by Rabbitch @ 3:19 AM 
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My grandfather always said the perfume "Emeraude" smelled like a french whorehouse...we always wondered if he knew from experience.
wow, what a smell? fish is it? (ducks) (goodness, all kinds of animals!)
happy holidays, dear rabbitch!
happy holidays, dear rabbitch!
To dragon knitter: I believe it's smell like frog, taste like chicken.
And, um, regarding the Family Stump: Is that a name, or a family member with a famous half-appendage?
Merry Meat, Darlin'.
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And, um, regarding the Family Stump: Is that a name, or a family member with a famous half-appendage?
Merry Meat, Darlin'.
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