Accordingly, I acted like Evan being Evan on the skee-ball t-shirt Evan was wearing. There's so many levels here I'm just going to pretend I basically teleported into his soul.
We were celebrating not only spring and old friends but also the arrival of one of Kim's favorite holidays--Easter (while Kim may be Jewish, everyone loves sweet chicks in baskets--after all Willow found Princess Elora Danan in a basket). Anyway, upon the strike of midnight the scotch club festivities came to an end, and the celebration of Kim and her love for Easter baskets began. (Keep in mind this was no ordinary easter basket, but a $76 homage to sugar highs that our friend's boss paid for on one fateful late night drunken voyage into Duane Reade--thanks to Kalen and Maggie for making the magic happen). How did Kim react to her surprise? I believe the images speak for themselves...
While some enjoyed the joys of easter, others continued to enjoy (?) the joys of scotch (apparently life as a poet has gotten no easier). The effects of these decisions would be seen soon enough...
You live, you learn. You make the same mistakes over and over. Scotch + sugar coated marshmallows = one huge tiny mistake. But in the end only one thing matters, spring is coming.
Yes, these are real dogs that we know personally--my dogs from home in miami. Yes, this is a blanket that my mother had made for me--not in jest, not even a little bit. And yes, that is Leroy who has been added---not drawn to scale. So in our absence, if you need anything, you know who to turn too--the new masters of the 52 w 14 domain.
As always, it was a great night at skee ball.
It mostly stems from Derek’s intense Asian fetish which makes him incapable of completing full thoughts in front of Kim…we hope that with time this problem will be resolved and we can all eat Korean food together (chopsticks optional). Bryce on the other hand might just prefer to stick to sandwiches…
As you’ve probably learned by now skee ball is a serious sport involving immense amounts of concentration and athletic prowess. So other than food, conversation last night was concentrated around the human body—namely, the arms.
Lex wasn't entirely confident but Jerry juice, with the patience and encouragement of a father-like coach, promised her that her arm was not just skin and bones—but a true force to be reckoned with.
Lex had her doubts (and disgusts) as she looked around and saw all the annoying fun being had.
And what do you know?
That arm skeed its way to victory, and we all went home feeling like winners.
*As a side note, it is important to remember that Alexis’s physical accomplishments do not correlate with her morality and friendship skillz. Perhaps one day she will learn to appreciate and share with those who care about her the most… 
But it was March (our current favorite month of 2008) and, happy hour or not, we were going to make our own fun. Luckily, upon arriving we soon spotted a sight for sore eyes.
With our beloved coach Jerry Juice double fisting the night had nowhere to go but up up and away. Our rolling wasn’t the best, so we did what any reasonable adults would---transform the night into a live musical for all the bar to behold.
It started with just a minor tease to Maggie and the skee ball lane. Some say it was the electric blue pants, some say it was the copious beer intake, but all I know is that we had no idea where this night would take us.
This is made all the better by the fact that there is not really a dance floor and there wasn’t really music playing…
As Eric showered Lex with dollar bills, the rest of us looked on with love. Bryce was stunned, Kim was in awe, and Kalen had that “I knew it all along” look of a proud friend.
Being the ever talented bunch we are, we decided that the bar’s lame sound system just wouldn’t cut it. If they couldn’t play our favorite booty songs on repeat, we would make our own band. Jerry Juice took on the keyboard and Kim played a delightful flute. Plus, that deaf, drunk, and blind lex sure plays a mean guitar.
Upon seeing how incredible the air band was, Kalen forcefully rushed me into the bathroom for a private performance of her own air-inspired dance. Fortunately, Ace Bar has a Tim "the tool man" Taylor Enhanced Dryer in their bathroom. Unfortunately, a moment like this simply does not translate well through a camera lens so you will have to use your imagination. It is safe to say I was blown away (full pun intended) by the image of Kalen crouching under a hand dryer with reckless abandonment. It was glorious, but apparently quite challenging as Kalen soon collapsed in blissful exhaustion onto the trash can.
In the end, we learned an important lesson--Everything is more fun if you’re dancing. Especially if you are "I'm not drunk" Alexis…
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