boys with long hair

more like, pass my wig around the table...
we couldn't find any songs from the musical "hair" to sing at krazy-oke, so we settled for wham.
after talking everyone into following victoria home to party at a rave down the street...we ate our words (and some candies from hong kong) on her roof. I gently convinced everyone into taking some public bathing in the fountains downtown, where we had a punk rock water ballet and Phil the pilot proceeded to get blood all over me (i think in secret revenge for tearing his polo on friday.)