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Sunday, April 01, 2007


Promises, Promises
or
Something Fishy


Before I launch into a self-indulgent recapitulation of the last month's events, I bid you, gentle readers, to watch this parody:



There, don't you feel better?

Anyhow, I'll see if I can't keep it to ten sentences or less. Let me see how well this works . . .

1. Arturo and I have moved into a little one bedroom apartment in the Montrose/Westheimer area.

2. We are about to paint the walls obscene shades of indigo, turquoise, and cinnibar.

3. In an attempt to expand my marketable skills, I've begun to learn how to DJ.

4. My hair is still blonde, much to my discontent.

5. I may not have mentioned it previously, but Arturo is a chef, which explains why we went to a food and wine festival in Austin on Thursday morning.

6. At the festival, we served ceviche canapes to 350 tipsy socialites.

7. That's a lot of fish, man.

8. Later that night, Arturo and I hit up the famed bars of 6th street, and ended up at Plush.

9. The Brazilian drumb and bass group that was spinning that night rocked my socks so hard that I hands down, flat out, hardcore won an impromptu dance off.

10. I gotta go get dressed, cause DJ Steve is waiting for me at the club.


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