this is why I love my best friend - at least you Mpls people will recognize her as the dark haired alpha female who is with me at many shows. so I'm talking to Shira about moving home soon after graduation and she says we should have a potluck at my new apt. and I say I am not the party planning/hosting type and she says well she is, so I say well you can throw one then and use my address as the "venue".
Ten minutes later I get this e-mail "invitation":
As we are all now slowly but surely becoming adults,
Thankfully we are far from becoming uptight, hostile, bigoted republicans,
But we know we can't go on pretending that we're 17 years old,
And most devastatingly, we now realize that we simply cannot get paid for doing nothing.
So, to commemorate this very special time,
Come to a very special venue,
That of ~ A shitty little apartment,
two floors up.
Use your ex's bank card,
Bring a juicy mango, whiskey in a jar, or even those little hard candies on a paper
(when you eat them off the paper gets all slimy),
And come to a Potluck Dinner Party
at the spankin' new apartment of one sexed up bitch!
Your presence is requested
to come to Kelly's
Wearing high-heeled fuck-me pumps
and overdone eyeliner
To ruin your life!
There will be no right-wing nuts,
no blond-haired, blue-eyed sluts,
no mean people causing trouble,
just lots of glasses filled with tiny bubbles,
There will be beautiful people who all want to make love to us,
and intellectual sophisticates, even wearing shoes!
And after we eat like pigs,
perhaps we will make our way to a Nordeast establishment for sex and beer.
We hope you join us for this occasion!