As I had mentioned in a previous post, on Thursday, at approximately 1 a.m., my dog Pascha went face-to-face with a skunk. After working my half day Friday and shopping for the pre-party goods to consume before the Vinyl Radio show at the Ken Club later that night, I walked into my toxic apartment. Despite all the windows open, the smell was not fading. 6 hours of cleaning including 6 loads of laundry, vacuuming, and 3 baths for the dog made the smell more or less dissipate, though it was still there on my poor dog’s snout.
I tried to distinguish that I wasn’t having a party as in the noun, but we could party at my house, as in the verb. At 9, it was pretty much Sara, Andrea and I doing a few red headed slut shots. Matt and Skip came by and had a beer and we all headed to the bar.
Unfortunately, I have no review of the show, because (a) when Sara goes to the Ken Club we rarely check out the bands and (b) because I went to the bar with $12 and came home with $10 and yet somehow was never without a cocktail in my hand. A bunch of people came over after the bar, too, but I was a mess and don’t remember exactly how the night ended. Sounds bad, I know, but YOU clean your house for 6 hours after 4 hours of sleep and then go out on the town and see how you do.