Ta[c/k]o

Taco and takoyaki party today!

Post Script

The passage to the roof has been locked!

I go out on Friday and I come home on Friday night before Saturday morning. Star Trek tomorrow!

クリボウじゃない

Very few things annoy me more than the DJing of a party by concensus of the masses. The average person has horrible taste in music, and more often than not, no one else wants the DJ's dope funk mix interrupted by that one Coldplay song that Jane just can't stop listening to, nor the burned Gwen Stefani CD that Mary brought with her. At a party, one should let the host of the party, or the host's designated music dude handle the music selection, and just enjoy the party for all of its many other merits.

This annoyance also extends to John's decision to bring congas to the party. There is a certain energy to be felt by drumming with your friends, but everyone else who is slouching in the couch and trying to talk over your tribal fusion really wants you to shut up and put the Stevie Wonder back on.

Here's to more parties!

Rooftop BBQ, anyone?