The Purple Porcelain God

But first, a public service announcement.

It's been a while since I blogged, and maybe I'll get back into it, maybe not. From now on, the material contained within may not be ridiculous. Then again, it may be more ridiculous. And from now on, each heading may not deal with feces in remote ways, such as references to poop, ass, or poop- or ass-related items. I'm doing this to exercise my skills as a writer. Okay, I don't have any more skills. The only thing certain here is that I am certainly writing this at the moment.

And now, on with the show.

"Purple rain, purple rain..." Ah, Prince. What a great song, what a great musician! That was the thought running through my head as I stood in the bathroom of a country club, slightly hunched over, holding the handicap hand rails. I was spewing vomit of a dark purple hue, and not regretting a minute of it.

My friend, Little Drummer Boy, just got married last night, and he and his wife decided to have an open bar for a little bit during the reception. AWESOME! After imbibing nine or ten glasses of wine, it was time to pay the price. So worth it. I haven't had that much fun drinking since...well, I guess since the last time I drank that much.

The wedding was like a reunion of our old record label. Good shit. Lots of dancing, lots of drunken bastards, good music, more drinking. It's always nice to catch up with friends you haven't seen in a while. And even though The One Whom I Dream Of was not able to attend, seemed like word had gotten around that she exists. So I still got the third degree from the peeps. I think. I don't know. I was drunk off my ass :)

Highlights of the night? No idea! Though one of my friends bit my other friend's boobie, so I hear. And I only threw up four times! It would've been more had they not discontinued the open bar. I fell asleep at some point, and my friends packed up my girlfriend Anya and her accouterments for me. (Yes, Anya is actually my Motif XS8 keyboard. And no, I haven't dumped my other girlfriend, Keyboarda, my Roland XP-80. Sometimes I play with them at the same time. Yummy.) Anyways, big ups to my friends for taking care of my boo. I hope some of you had the chance to stroke her keys a little and make her scream like I do.

Okay. I tired. Until next time, whenever that is.

Ostrich - What's your favorite song to hum to yourself while throwing up? Let me know! Post a comment :)