Clean and heavy.
At first I read this and get annoyed that there are still people out there complaining about mp3 downloading, but then I look to the right of the page and see an ad for the school I went to and I think “Fuck! I went to school to be one of those assholes!”
BYOF (Bring Yr Own Furnitr) Party 7/25/08
The thing is, you don’t know what you’ve got until you’re eating tacos standing up ‘cause your roommate moved out and took with him everything that was his—which included the tables (kitchen and coffee), the couches, the chairs (kitchen, living room, patio), the television, the game systems, the microwave, the trashcan, the dog (not that we sat on him or the microwave often).
But Stephen and Henry conferred, and we believe that what we lack in furniture, we make up for by being knee deep in past-intern/skintern friends. We would like to celebrate these friends (and any friends they would like to bring, Paste-related or not) with spirits and refreshments this Friday night, beginning around 8:00 PM. Also, one Sara Miller is leaving town soon, which is horribly sad. We must drink to this. Also, one Adam Daniels purportedly has friends visiting. This requires at least one toast, which I’m told Adam will give with coaxing. Also—as if you require reasons foisted upon you like so many press kits during Monday morning mail duty—if you’re nice Stephen might make you tacos.
Be warned, however, that if you would like to recline anywhere besides the floor, you must supply your own ass-supporter; the party is BYOF (Bring Yr Own Furntr). Stephen and I, living off Paste stipends, are far too poor to replace all the things the old roommate took, especially Dillon the dog, who hated Henry, and the massage chair, which was never used. If Nikki would like to bring her hot tub, that would be fine.
There has been discussion with regards to watching The Big Lebowski and drinking white russians or just drinking white russians or pretending to be the Big Lebowski or calling the Julias Jeffrey for the night (because that’s his real name for seven points, Mellow Mushroom Trivia), all of which may happen if the good people so desiring provide the necessary items.
We hope to see you at 8, or thereabouts, tomorrow night.
Thunderstixxx and cheer,
Stephen and Henry
P.S.: Okay, we did replace the trash can.
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Cleaning up my Gmail and I found this gem.
Circa March 2006. From the second party my roommates (Neeti and Simone) and I threw. This was after the cops came at 1:54am. Usually, people just wait around somewhere until the cops leave, but our guests probably should have gone and waited somewhere further away from our apartment…
Ah… the life of an undergrad.
This was my first Gainesville party! Steve Wylie ran out of there so fast when the cops came, and I had to follow him (through the bushes I think) back to his apartment. Good times.
[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]
Blur - “Strange News From Another Star”
This is the only song that I’ve played in my car for about a week now. JUST WAIT FOR THAT CHORUS.
I can’t tell you how many times I’ve accidentally read this album title as “I and I Love You” and thought about how weird it was that the Avetts were making a rasta album.
The A.V. Club: Has anyone ever told you that they fuck to your music?
DL: No! That’s alarming.
“Frank Zappa I fucking hate. I think that shit is so fucking nerdy. It’s technical in this way that’s really not musical. It’s not expressive. Yeah, I fucking hate that shit”
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Weird. This is exactly how I feel about the Dirty Projectors.
