Getting my ape on verus...clean socks
It's laundry versus Thursday.
Thursday wants me to:
1. Hit Ghettogloss for their Guerrilla Gorrilla night, eat banana bread, drink free beer, watch an "ape-related" film projected on the wall of the building, and get a Polaroid taken with a man in a monkey suit
2. Thursday also wants me to go to the Downtown Artwalk. More free booze. Art. People. Lights.
3. It also thinks i should hit Charlie O's for the artwalk afterparty, and watch some burlesque chickies do their thang.
4. Thursday also keeps tapping me on the shoulder, asking me if I want to go see Retaurant play at Hot Mess at Three Clubs
Thursday, it is becoming rapidly evident, likes to party.
On the other hand, a pile of rumpled socks wedged in a corner of my hallway are So. Pissed. I totally said I'd hang with them over the weekened, and fully blew them off.
Stay tuned to see who wins Socks v. Thursday: the battle royale.
