Would You Like a Cup of Tea?

As I'm sure the entire internet knows by now, Cara and I experienced our first Balto-mugging friday night. I won't rehash details because any interested parties can cross reference this with the rest of the internet.
We spent most of the rest of friday night barricaded in Cara's house with a variety of goofy weapons. I, personally, rotated between the big ol' u-lock and the fireplace poker. I felt that it was very much like every zombie movie ever made. After asking Dina if she would be offended if, due to her almost sexual passion for fire arms, I cast her as practical minded redneck, allowing all of us to fullfill Night of the the Living Dead archetypes. I was given a brief opening to expound, as I will do at any given situation, of the total fucking brilliance of George Romero's zombie movies after I commented to Tracy that his archetype would live the longest in a faithfully adapted zombie attacked. "How progessive" He said. Well, sort of progressive. All the women characters are essentially passive screamers who get eaten alive about half-way through. But maybe I'm too critical. My mugger fighting technique was just to scream and scream and scream. I think dude was pretty amatuer, 'cause unlike with zombies, screaming totally worked.

But the mugging was hardly the high light of m Balto-adventure. I attended a fabulous dance party featuring some of the most amazing pants I have ever seen before collapsing in stupor on a bed constructed entirely of milk crates and fouton mattress. I also got to hang out with a certaincelebrity terrier. Oh Baltimore, you've stolen my heart.