renton river days

so i was invited to perform at an "arts festival" last night but didn't get any details, since i TRUSTED the friend who set up the show. note to self...never do that again...turns out the "arts festival" was renton river days, which is like a low budget county fair without the rides. so there i was, five minutes before i went on, trying to figure out how to edit incest and female circumcision for a family audience. and there they were, the audience, in all its suburban glory, so innocent and unsuspecting. i felt like the one eyed evil aliens in war of the worlds.

the slam team spent the night at my house last night...we were all talking big sh-- about staying up 'til the break of dawn writing and rehearsing our group pieces...yeah...that happened...we ended up going to the dopest sushi happy hour in the universe! one that i discovered but that matt keeps trying to take partial credit for because he HAPPENED to be walking down the street with me when i found it! (men are always tryna put their flag on somethin'!)

tell me, how is it possible to spend $60 on happy hour food???? everything was so cheap and yummy we just kept ordering and ordering and ordering and ordering and ordering and ordering-multiplied by 10). i survived the enormous peer pressure placed on me by my team mates to drink (i only drink at communion) and then we walked back to my house where matt saved robby's drunkass life several times by holding him back from jumping out the window. the belltown partypeople excited him a little too much. then we watched dodgeball for like, 20 seconds before we all zonked out...GREAT WORK GUYS!

this morning, after coffee and a very solid ten minutes of writing, i came back home and slept until this very second...so nothing has really happened yet...not even any interesting dreams to report about...soooooo....more later...christa