Happy VD (it hurts to pee)

Last night, Spaz and I were headed over to the Sugar Room to meet the Philosopher-King, who had finally gotten back his photos of Spaz. We had just made it downtown when Spaz got a call from Farm Boy: where are you and Lizard? Stay in your car and wait for me. We complied, and a few minutes later, Farm Boy picked us up in a LIMO! LIMO LIMO LIMO!!!!! !!! !! ! !

Yes, the exclamation points (in reverse Fibonacci) are worth it – the inside of a limousine is fantastic. Farm Boy even had on a suit (that he owns, no less) and a chauffeur’s cap (he was, after all, the driver). He came out into the cold and opened the door for Spaz and me. Spiffy. Then the fun started. Imagine, if you have the stamina, the two of us swimming in the back of a limo, breathing in leather, bouncing from window to window, figuring out what all the controls do. We had an intercom, mood lighting, TV/VCR/DVD, mints, ice – everything one might need for a night on the town. Get this: there’s even a strobe light control! It would have been so romantic – if only we were dating. Pictures may be forthcoming.

After that, Farm Boy dropped us off, and we glowed our way into the Sugar Room. Then it was whiskey, limericks again (yay!), and more heavy breathing from the Philosopher-King (ergh). And tonight: HORRIFYING LINGERIE! We may get to see an interactive alligator (crocodile?) thong and Farm Boy in a boa.

Rock.