The sweet smell of cigar is still on my hands and shirt, and the taste is still in my mouth. There's nothing like sitting in the back yard, on a cool summer evening, with great friends and great conversation, enjoying a nice cigar. It's funny how no matter what, though, the topic always gets steered back to sex.
Exmos rock. Literally, there was a keyboard, bass, drums and guitar, and all of them were being played fantastically. Exmos really rock. I need to work on my lyrical skills, because I kept trailing off. Singing is very fun for me, and I wanted to sing, but it's stupid when you have to fill in the blanks with phrases like, "La, la, la, I don't know this line..." or "making up songs, is what I do best, cause I don't know the words, to songs that are real".
Every one of you non-Utahns needs to come to visit. The reason for this gathering tonight was because a guy (Hank Rearden on the Aimoo community and Exmoso) was in town from New Jersey, and he wanted to party with us cool people. So what I'm saying is this: visit us and we will throw a kick-ass party for you. Or not, if you're one of the shy, stay at home, types. We'll still have fun.
K, I'm nearly asleep, so I better stop writing. Speaking of writing, I'm getting jealous of all you bloggers that come up with inspiring, emotional, thought-provoking pieces. I wanna be like you. K really, this is the end now. Right now. K now. Good night.