Smallhouse Log

Saturday
"I love you without pants." -Courtney Douglas, 03/06/2004

So Lorange just sent me proof that there are, indeed, pictures of me topless floating about on the Internet.

While I'm at it, this seems like a really good idea.

The Living Euphony was a blast. Unfortunately, it seems most people took Martin's injuncture to heart, and no original poetry was read. Well, with the exception of Thiboult, but even he read only two very short pieces. The poetry of the night was, in general, of an inordinately high quality, including Thiboult's. Also strange was that most people were there.... on time. All of this combined to create a most singular Living Euphony.

It was certainly not without its delights, however. It is my estimation that any party where I am encouraged to take my pants off cannot, after all, be that bad. There was a girl there who had caught my attention a number of previous times at the library, and to whom I had every intention of introducing myself, but it appeared that she left sometime shortly after the reading. I did, however, meet a number of quite charming people, discovered a delicious new concoction, and also made the pleasant discovery that Anna does not drink. Josie sang a very beautiful old song, made all the more authentic by one of the verses collapsing into her exclaiming, "I am so drunk!" I got to better know Courtney, from Euphony, and I also met a most enchanting young woman from Max and Ohio, who somewhat shared my experiences in Japanese. Actually, I discovered that I knew a fair number of people from Ohio, and I had to confess that my entire knowlegde of Ohio comes from songs by the band 1945.

I think taking Latin has affected my English sentence structure somewhat.

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