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What's everyone doing this night? Getting ready for the big fart? I mean this is the last day before the first day of the last year of the past millineum. |
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1. lemon drop 2. lemon drop 3. black butte porter 4. bowl of pot 5. margarita 6. margarita 7. long island iced tea (tears) 8. champagne (more tears) |
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I wish it had lasted longer. And I hope the "Fuck Y2K!" attitude everyone is exhibiting now doesn't come back & bite us all on the ass when the markets open on Monday. |
What's in a Lemon Drop. Absolute Citron... & what else? |
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I'm writing a story about new year's eve in another window. it's called "failure." it's going to be melodramatic and awful. not even worth a story, but I have pictures to go with it. I must go to the gym at 3. that is the important thing. |
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but then, I'm only three, so what do I know? |
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it was a white new years, snow on the ground, 12 degrees outside. the mountains were amazing, took a 5 mile hike up to cougar crest, the view of the lake and the mountains, absolutely stunning.....i wussed out of snowboarding, i only had jeans and a pea coat, one fall and I am a wet, sloppy, sick puppy. next time i will have water proof clothes. i love big bear, can't wait to go back, |
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Kill me, please. |
I, on the other hand, was at the Ritz Carlton in Atlanta. I dressed up in a beaded thing. I took the party shoes with me in a bag and checked them with the conceirge (the bellboys are hilarious), then we took Marta over to "first night" and checked it out and saw 15 minutes of this and that. Then we came back, I put on the party shoes,and checked in with the boys and drank a bit. It was a private party, and so dull that I bolted out before midnight and went down and watched the peach fall with the common folk. There was a man standing nearby with a little boy, he was the one I remember. He had a mustache, and looked like he might be Turkish or something. He was very quiet and it really seemed to mean something to him. There was also a wino who was dispensing philosophy and cleaning up in the donations department. Everyone was in a generous mood. There were far too many cigars. Even the policemen had them. What's this business? I thought cigars were passe now. Of course, passe can take up to 20 years to catch up with Atlanta... In spite of the party shoes, I was jumping up and down and noisy and ok a wee bit euphoric. Being in a crowd at events like this always does something like that to me. |
no not really, it's a fairly progressive town, at least more so than most people who have never lived there give credit for. |
of stones,it,s pitiful. |
the kinds with karats? the kinds dropped off of freeway underpasses? the kinds in your kidneys? the kinds with mystic vibrational properties? |
I think he means the dopes who believe certain stones (rose quartz -- said to be good for practically anything), agate, certain crystals & semi-prescious stones, etc./have "mystic vibrational qualities". Funny, though: If if you make them close their eyes/place a stone in a velvet bag & put it in their hands/these b.s. mystics can never tell you what type of stone it is fron the "vibes" it supposedly gives off. Like the little girl who set up that experiment & proved all those "psychic/energy/chi/chakra/ healers" were phonies. I swear -- there's a sucker born every minute. And two a minute on Sundays. |
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did that make sense? ever notice how most animals at the zoo are "he" and "him"? |
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Just so you would know :) |