"But I don't want to go among mad people," Alice remarked.
"Oh, you can't help that," said the Cat: "We're all mad here. I'm mad. You're mad."
"How do you know I'm mad?" said Alice.
"You must be," said the Cat, "or you wouldn't have come here."

These holiday weekends are never long enough.

Labor Day weekends always seem to be a bit anticlimatic. Not that I had a bad time, mind you. I actually had a great weekend, but there were no occasions to party like these ladies. No, there were no party hats.

I did have a good time hanging out with Paul nx01deevolution prior to his catching some odd OC virus that caused him to have halucinations of Princess Di. Saturday night a few of us closed down Rage. The sidewalk sale devolved into the 99-cent store right before our eyes. Truly scary! Seriously, there was some scary guy with a leather thing on with a guy under his armpit. Another equally scary being at his backside. Hott or not? Not. It was then we determined that no matter how long we talked about it, there was nothing else to do, and we should go home.

Sunday night, I decided that I would get shitty at Rush. Sumner and I started by prepartying with some Goldschlager shots. Then we moved on to blowjobs when we got to the club. I don't remember how many I had. Actually, I don't remember much else. The holes in my memory from the evening seem proportionate to the money missing from my wallet the next morning. At $6 to $7 per shot, this is no surprise. I've not been that faded in a long time.

Then came Monday. Monday's highlight was a random trip with John & Sean to Fry's... but not just any Fry's mind you, the Fry's in Woodland Hills. Now, what would cause three otherwise sane people to trek deep in to the 818 when there's a perfectly good Fry's down in the South Bay, nary 15-20 minutes away? Well, this Fry's is decorated in an Alice In Wonderland theme. Picture giant cards across the ceiling, giant Alice characters, lots of purple paint. Très cool. While shopping around my favorite toy store, I kept waiting for them to turn out the lights, kick up the black lights, and for a rave to break out.

Oh, and check out my new LJ icon, courtesy of Paul. w00t w00t.