The only clear fact of this year's BASH is that I came home carrying a YELLOW HARD HAT that definitely did not belong to me before this weekend. Maybe it belonged to a really drunk woman who said she wanted to marry me (even though she apparently is already married)...who knows.
What I do know is that I went to bed at aboot 7:15 am and there was a whole lotta beer, some hotel room hopping, running from security, excessive hushes, a couple lap dances, occasional flirting, random somersaults, freestyling, free love, careful spying, the magnificent seven, leftovers, an early breakfast, a rat bastard hotel manager, drunk guitarists, fun lists, forgotten money, a little hush hush drinking, several fight ons, leopard thong pole dancing, and I got laid...twice...okay, leid. Good times, good times. Talk aboot a parrty.
Lessons learned...biker shorts are like mullets and the BASH is like Vegas.
Posted by Mollie Gamo at October 12, 2003 10:55 PMbash on! i can't wait to come back to LA and visit you... unless, of course, there's leather-thong pole-dancing. that i might have to pass on. nice blog, btw, wherever did you come up with that catchy name??
Posted by: laurel at October 14, 2003 06:38 PMMollie!
I will go to the Bash hotel parties until I am 50 as long as you are there too. Oh, and I have additions to THE LIST.
“leid”?? What is “leid”??
Posted by: fløyd at October 13, 2003 01:38 AM