Double Flee A

notes from my social life

Tonight we lament the passing of the beloved (by Vallie) schnauzer Schnapps, a friend of the family. Though we never got along, it wasn't hard to imagine you weren't a complete twit, Schnapps. Take heart, dear reader, all is not sorrowful.

Colleen is recording her album at Pachyderm and trading massage for a part of the (astronomical) studio time costs. So that's free money.

Someone who will remain nameless still doesn't have a job, someone else who still doesn't have a job got attacked (in a good way) on the street by a total stranger (if a hot one) who turned out to be a lesbian who was using him to try to get pregnant, and someone else got a contract to build something for the MOMA in NY. Someone else is enjoying his amazingly drawn-out bachelorhood a great deal. I hardly need to go into the specifics of that. Someone else is dating yet another Sarah and hopefully it won't follow the trend, even if she does have the odd annoying habit. At least it's not one you can't abide. And the dude must abide.

It's been a very exciting time for everyone around here, so three cheers, everybody! Everybody but Schnapps, of course.

posted by dale @ 11:03 PM