Thai Gour – ilyAIMY

My Father is selling his Austin Healey, and it's a little strange to really come to grips with that. He's owned the car for some 33+ years, and I grew up with it's engine sounds. There are a lot of good memories in that car - I had hoped to learn to drive it before the end of high school, and perhaps go to prom in it. At the time I hadn't learned the beauty of big boots, and was literally too short to drive it. I went and took a spin in it the other day - had a great time, though it was like learning to drive all over again. Driving an antique British sports car just isn't much like driving a Saturn. So strange to feel the car respond to MY touch, and make the noises that I associated with Sunday drives with my Dad. Very strange to think that this is car is leaving my Life. The new owner's going to paint it. I don't approve - I don't approve at all.

October 3rd, 2004.

October 3, 2004May 2, 2024 by rob

I don’t care WHAT Heather says – I’m exhausted. Tonight we played the Thai Gour Cafe for the first time in months, and played the past we’ve played in a

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Hehehe - wet Lloyds. Mara was distinctly unhappy that we had to reorganize the car before we could let the rest of her in the car. She kept screaming about her ass (no relation) as we headed away from Thai Gour and into the ferociously precipitous weather.

July 29th, 2004.

July 29, 2004May 2, 2024 by rob

I hate my ass. I like my butt. But I hate my ass. Yes, there is a HUGE difference. My butt is a finely muscled mound of two clusters of flesh

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July 13th, 2004.

July 13, 2004May 2, 2024 by rob

Disaster comes in threes. Is that what I hear? After a fantastic show at the Vault last Friday, and perhaps too much joy, and too many attractive women dancing on

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