trials and tribulations of vile insinuations

Abby and Jaymee called a lot Thursday and Friday for Fab and me to go to Gallery Hop. Fab has one metric buttload of algebra homework to do, so he did not hang out Saturday night. I met up with two groups of people in the Short North and we wandered aimlessly. Mahan Gallery had Adam Brouilette's new work, which was great. Rob was on a streetcorner shouting anti-war slogans with other wildly dressed protestors. We started talking but got interrupted when a large banner ripped in half in a strong wind and he had to go fix it.



Afterward, I rode to MILO, where Josh was playing with Jason and his electronic drum kit. He was burned out from working all day so I left. Jaymee drove us to Anthony's place. Abby made us wait 20 minutes outside while she got ready. Girls. To the Dube. Abby turned 21 at midnight. We went to my house and played Set and spoke of the now departed Troll. But don't worry! Jaymee already has an overbearing domineering new man in her life who is nothing like the last one!