"Bud Lite for President Obama. Blue Moon for Sergeant Crowley and Red Stripe for Professor Gates. Why does it matter what kind of beer they drink? It doesn’t, but that hasn’t stopped us from talking about it."

Beer means everything!

Kidding. But seriously. Let's hang out, Sergeant Crowley.
I had my first bourbon drink (a Manhattan) at Kelly's last night. It was like drinking straight bourbon (it was yucky!)
Man, am I clueless about my girly drinks...I also had found someone at the bar to practice mi drunken espanol with.
I also proudly followed my gut and instead lied on the floor listening to Suicide and the Ramones while sharing my sweet & sour thai food, then drove home in the wee hours in the night.


Here is a visual recap of some things over the past month:





nico's, the walkmen, lizzie's wall, and my thai tofu supreme from silk elephant.

I am trying to not fret over the way things just are.
Simply being is never a continuous, solid feeling.