...is DJ Dru from Barrage. Not only is he the cutest and sweetest guy ever, but there's no standing up to a man who plays Toad the Wet Sprocket's "All I Want," Soul Asylum's "Black Gold," and "Nothing Better" by the Postal Service all in a row, and that's pretty impressive at a boy-bar. It's like taking an emotional roller coaster every Wednesday night, not to mention stepping into a time machine in which I'm taken back ten years, to my first Spin Doctors concert, where my mom kindly declined some pot offered to her by the people in front of us. This incident then turned into a little lesson on the ills of miss mary jane--(say with accent) "See dos peeple een frohnt uv us? Dey ver smokeeng de poht, and now dey cannut even stahnd. Dat is vy de poht is horreeble."
Hey, she had me at "de". Anyway, I want to slip Dru some ruffies, secretly impregnate myself, and give birth to a child who'll have the raddest taste in music ever. Funny thing, it'll probably be the straightest kid ever.
On a side note, the heating guys are here, again, installing my new unit in an episode I like to call, "Let's see how filthy Natalie's apt. can get." Normally I'd be breaking out into hives and sweating saccharin at such a sight, however this tub of cool whip and handle of vodka are doing wonders for my nerves.
Do people who say "rad" have any taste?
Posted by: suckie suckie | March 17, 2005 at 06:18 PM
No, but her parents do! Close enough in my book!
Posted by: Chef Pot Roast | March 18, 2005 at 05:17 PM