1.1.03 – Phoenix, AZ

guest blogger, mr. paul:

It has been a Very Car Christmas, or perhaps a Very Car Kwanzaa – I’m not sure exactly what holiday is being spanned here. At any rate, we spent two hours on the I-10 driving up to Senor Steve Marlowe’s house west of Phoenix, which for most of our guests was a reverse playback of the last two hours of their drive to Tucson from L.A. We are myself and Princess Jennifer and Lauren and Julia and Stewart and Joe and Jake, and Peyton. We left the cat at home.

Marlowe is an enabler and has been mixing everyone Tom Collinses (Colinsii?) and so things have degenerated as you wuold expect. I wore a tiara for some time and then lost it. Steve is blending something and making an ungodly noise doing it. The local development rent-a-cops (or possibly real cops, as some attest–Julia’s got a picture) showed up and asked us to stop playing the Hives and Björk and A-Ha so loud, which is probably for the best, since I was burning far too many calories jumping around the room in the shiny shirt that used to belong to Lauren and trying to sing melodies that are just way above my range, no matter what the extent of my inebriation.

I am pleased that worlds have collided in a satisfactory way—my friends from Iowa and Stanford (and the web) have all melded into a sort of mélange cake that is, as Peyton says, “totally tasty.” Lauren and Stewart took a few hits for the team and are now unconscious. Stewart emptied his alimentary canal into the toilet and then took a photo of it with his digital camera. He’s a good man. Perhaps we can link to the photo at some point.

Julia just took a photo of me posting this entry. Perhaps we can link to that as well.

This is all getting a little confusing a cinema verité, especially since there are now two people with cameras taking pictures of me at the computer. Perhaps we should move elsewhere now. Outside the sky is sparkly (we found Saturn in the sky, happily squatting in the western part of Taurus) but it is also damned cold, and I think my sleepnig bag is still out in the car.