Somehow Saturday melted seamlessly into Sunday with me only catching 2 hours of sleep. Hmmm.
Yesterday was the much-talked-about BYOL (Bring Your Own Lobster) party. Although, few of us actually brought our own lobsters as we preferred to max out Charles' credit card and pay him back later. It was a most-of-the-day event. We wrapped things up around 4:30 in favor of a break before we went to see Hardin Sweaty at Dada.
My friend Amanda--whom I've been friends with since undergrad (2001 or 2002 to be inexact)--came over and we made a night of it along with Elise, Daniel, Jeremy, Charles--and the Goose was playing, of course. We hit up Kyoto for sushi then went over to park ourselves on the patio at Dada until time for Hardin Sweaty to melt our faces off with their rocksmithing.
We'd been eavesdropping on the music from the club next to Dada all night (The Bone), and finally decided to partake of the booty shakin' around 12:30. The girls blazed the trail while the boys finished their Dada beers, and by the time they all made it over to The Bone we were well into the ass wigglin' and had already been sandwiched by a couple of strangers. Much to our utter joy and surprise the lead singer of Hardin Sweaty (Joe) showed up at The Bone for a little ass shakin' of his own and we all ended up in quite a few stacked, gyrating masses of music love. Post-dancing was the obligatory trip to Cafe Brazil for munchies, and while Amanda and I wanted to accept Joe's invite back to his place to hang out, it was already 3:30, Amanda had to be up at 7, and we were dead tired. Another hangout appointment is pending for later today.
Good times were had by all, but the two hours' sleep is a little iffy for me. I feel a nap coming on right here at 8:44am.
Listening: "The Fall"...Hardin Sweaty