Feaverish

Last weekend was a three-day here in the States and in our household that means one thing: house party. So yeah, remember in the Matrix Episode Two when everyone’s in the cave dancing to that tribal techno shit? It was pretty much like that, only in a twenty-foot–square backyard. And the people were wearing more colorful clothes. And also fatter and less attractive. But I was off somewhere gettin’ it on with Carrie-Anne Moss. So there’s that.

At one point we ran out of Diet Coke™ and you know what that means: party’s over. So I was sent off to get some more. The Quickie Mart™ didn’t have any cold six-packs so upon returning home I stuck the cans in the freezer. Later that night (or was it the next morning? Party Hard All Night Long!) L and I heard these loud banging noises like someone was trying to kick our door down or like someone had already kicked down our door and was proceeding to knock all our pictures off the wall. Turns out it was just the Coke™ exploding. Take a peek: