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Tuesday, August 8th, 2006
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1:22p
Reminder
TONIGHT at 7PM
Casa Bonita white trash Mardi Gras!
Bring gag gifts if you must, and I love finger puppets.
AND I CANNOT STRESS THIS ENOUGH eat beforehand at the place of your choosing. The point of going there is NOT to eat the food. There's a reason they have cliff divers whereas Morton's of Chicago does NOT. So I don't wanna hear any "I didn't eat before, so I ate the tacos, and now I'm carrying my lower intestine" because you were warned.
I'll be wearing a tiara.
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10:09p
A BIG thank you to those who went to Casa Bonita. I know it's an Ordeal, but I have a love of kitsch and Casa Bonita is, like, kitsch overload. It's also the birthday theme I always really wanted when I was a kid, but the cool thing about not being a kid is that more things can happen for you the exact way you wanted them to, because you're older and know more people that you actually want to spend time with. (As opposed to how many of my parties used to go when I was that age, which is: 1. Invite whole class. 2. Have five people show up, if that, and three of those people are there for the free food/skates/animatronic monkeys and openly loathe me. 3. Be reminded of increasingly leprous lack of popularity for entire party.)
Anyhow, so many of these people had never been to Casa Bonita, and most of them had never been there by design. But even though this was, like, my present to y'all, really, that if you had to eat bad food, at least you don't have to pay for it yourselves, everybody had to go and put one over on me. The Big Secret was that one of my friends, Stuart Hayner, was doing the magic show that night instead of their regular guy. Which was AWESOME and a little mortifying but mostly AWESOME. I know Stuart because he plays bodhran, but he's also a professional magician, and I love his magic show. I did not know that he used to be Casa Bonita's house magician, and after finding out of our little arrangement thanks to ![[info]](http://www.journalfen.net/img/userinfo.gif) harpie84, he volunteered his services as his present. So our group got a guided tour of the many labrynthine, vaguely 1960's-tourist-Latin-America areas after snapple and guaranteedmoses cut me in half on stage.
Anyhow, so as promised, those of you who were there, which also included bureinato, liquid_skin, nakamura_nami, kittybear125, hpsf_phoenix, and randomdreams, and also Moses's SO who does not have a Livejournal and thus does not exist (and this explains why the table was put under my LJ name):
What natural disaster is best evoked by this evening's festivities? Feel free to be as creative as you wish. "Flash flood," sure, but "flash flood while trapped in a Port-A-Potty" is more descriptive. And that's what I'm going with.
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