Drums

I'm writing this from bed because I was about to fall asleep when the sounds of drums came blaring into my apartment. Shortly after the drums started the tambourine joined and a keyboard. It sounds like they must be on the street playing and I can tell you now, my upstairs neighbor is not thrilled. The drumming began about 10 minutes ago and now it sounds as though the authorities are here - not a bad response time for a noise violation.

While I'm writing I might as well fill you in on my night. I attended a fund raising event at a bar with my friend Elyse. The bar was hot and far too crowded to move so we left early to grab dinner. On our walk, literally around the corner, we overheard 3 amazing conversations. (side note: more police just showed up) the first conversation we only heard this: "on the plus side, it's gonna be the largest collection of clean vaginas I've ever seen." I mean...good for that guy, I guess. (Tambourine) The second phrase we overheard was simple three words: "huge douchebag factory". I can only assume they were referring to the fund raiser we were just at considering it was the only place around. I can tell you where it is if you wanna go to a huge douchebag factory. And finally, and this was a very serious conversation clearly being help by intellectuals: "Gaelic has nothing to do with being gay, it's totally different." Well, thank you for clearing that up kind sir. (Tambourine and singing.) Then we arrived at Brandy Ho's which has "Absolutely no MSG" and LOTS of spelling errors on their menu. On the walk home I was told by a man on my street that if I needed an escort he'd be happy to walk me home and that he's got my back and won't let anything happen to me. I said I was good and thanked him for the protection.

I'm gonna end this post (and then put my earplugs in again) by telling you how funny I am. My first week here my friend Matt invited me to a foursquare party, for those of you who think I went and played handball, I got gyped, there was no handball...it was a party with people who work for the company, foursquare. Anyway, we got on the subject of MC Hammer, little did I know he's a big deal in the tech world...much later in the night we were talking about how online, Matt is known as "MG"...and so it began... MG Hammer. Clever, I know. Naturally, I changed his name in my phone to MG Hammer and now every time he texts I chuckle about how funny I am, even in public. (another person joined in the singing - they probably shouldn't have - yikes)

Goodnight! (Flute)