SATURDAY NIGHT'S ALRIGHT

My St. Patrick's Day was more fun than expected, with no green beer involved whatsoever (thank the lord).

After a lovely birthday dinner for burlyinthebay at his place in Santa Monica, I went for a late night of karaoke in Long Beach with bobaloo and popebuck1 (and Matt and his str8 goth rock pals Deanna and Lonnie). I did Journey's "Faithfully" and Hall & Oate's "Private Eyes". Awwww yeah.

After our rockstar triumph, Matt took us all out for a late-night snack at a sleazy truckstop called Dirty Dorothy's (in the words of Buck, "an elaborate Mom-and-Pop roadside truckstop comprising a botanical garden, a decrepit 'maritime museum,' a collection of shrunken heads, and a gallery of inexplicable objets d'art. The overall effect is somewhere between a performance art installation and Ed Gein's house. It's like a roadside gift shop run by Crispin Glover.")

It was all super awesome -- and sorry to be lazy, but it was summarized much better than I ever could in both Buck and Bob's posts.

MOR CATZ

Okay the whole "kitties-in-yur-stuff-doin-things" picture craze is a bit long in the tooth by now, but fidgetcub sent me a few today that still make me laff.

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