Cella’s Round Trip party last night. There was Nintendo and the greatest Mexican beer I know (Pacifico) and also bowling and various wines and vegetables and THIS:
For every croon of cheese. For every vindication. Every blur.
For brown paper bags of spring onions.
For black beans unblocking your chi.
For avocado’s formless freedom.
For a hipper beat of lettuce.
For Serrano peppers softly ticking in the cupboard.
For the 26 year old Melbourne man who ate packaged Mexican (Nachos to Go) and is now paralyzed for the rest of his life due to botulism.
(Who the hell eats packaged nachos?)
For Kenny and Spenny.
For John David Lovelace and his girlfriend. His girlfriend mixes cheese and butter and pours them over her nachos.
(I’m not sure how I feel about the butter thing.)
For nacho cheese.
And cheese nachos.
(they are not the same)
I FORGET WHAT I ATE…
In the news…
1.) Author says, “I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing.”
Then tells a neat story about Barnes and Nobles being jerks…
2.) Author of silly children’s books kicks the arse of Tolkien, Dickens, Shakespeare.
(shocker–what’s next they check their blog stats?)
4.) Author says Madonna actually a bright woman.