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Out on a Sunday Night

Fila Brazillia. One of em spun some funky tunes to warm everybody up. Fresh strawberries for the crowd. Lotsa (pseudo?)earthy types. Kinda interesting and well worth a heinous monday morning, mostly because I haven’t danced in too long. (Their actual live set was pretty nice but nothing super exciting – But I’ve got this thing against “seeing” bands live.) Friends Tysen, Alicia, Albert and Tony made things better and Chako was nice enough to go even though she didn’t wanna.

Thanks toots and YES I will return the favor.

8 April 2002, 00:38 ::

you dance like a dream, fanny price.

— c 2002-04-09 21:16 #
Ey now, ey now. You best be owin’ me too sucka’ foo. I wuddn’t gunna go atsall, memba’? Now I have the clap and ma anklesall busted up n shit. I’d say you owe me big time e-dawg. We’re talkin’ paint ma mutha fuggin house n shit.

Hah! Yay. first comment I’ve left on your notebook. That night was fun. I think I danced too much tho.

— sen 2002-04-10 13:40 #

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