vive la france!

Les grenouilles (derogative term used with much respect, mind you) came correct against their filla brazillia foes who pretty much didn't show up on the pitch earlier today. Hoorah Henry. So this make the quarterfinals a stricly european affair. I was high schooling during the 1990 cup, and my friends took that shit WAY serious. In an umpteenth floor of my german/italian mate Illario's posh Monaco residence, we witnessed the place nearly trashed for every good and bad play on the night (all this while germany beat argentina, mind you!). I'm hopinig it will come down to Germany vs. France in the final. and as much as I have a soft spot the french, to see germany win would be a great exercise in civil unrest debauched.

Cheers go out to heidi, steph, et al for having a thumbs up dinner party, edgewood style, thursday night. Had to rest it out last night, kind of working on my final paper. Met up with Jacq & Dyl on pearl later today to check out the new tequila bar, Tahoma. This being the third and last stop on the night, we revelled in both praising and lambasting the decor, menu, etc. When you do end up there, get the chili/garlic/onion thingy for an app and you'll be stoked. That coupled with a four page tequila menu and you really can't go wrong.

Another procrastination session is in full effect as I jot down these memoires, and finally got around to making some of bobble's long lost archives suddenly more accesible again... (sorry 4 the D-lay S23)

-around you-