That's really only the only term to use to describe Friday nights' action. Pure madness.
I left for the party at 8:30, and was on the early side of the guest arrival. As an side note, the party was a block away from my old house in Montlake.
I went with my friend Nicole, who was dressed as a doll who got "loved too much." The party featured 5 bands, opening with a banjo/fiddler combo. The banjo player was a 30 year old professor from UW I was told. Then the people started showing up, and I became, well, let's just say the only thing I could be described as is, "on fire."
Macho Madness started fights (with lots of foot stomping enhanced punches), told stories (I will not eat green eggs and ham Sam I Am! Yeah! Uh-Huh!), to a screen test with Sofia Coppola (To be, or not to be, that is the question! Oh-Yeah! Uh-Huh!) and just generally captivating audiences.
All with half of a bottle of Fighting Cock brand bourbon. It's what kept my throaty voice possible all night.
There are other tales to tell I suppose, but they'll be best done justice to your face, as opposed to here....
One last note: When I started chatting up the hottest Sarah Palin at the party (there were 2 or 3 uninspired women....) I told here that as my tag-team partner, if I got killed she could have my heavy weight championship title without ever needing to challenge for it! Her boyfriend/Worst McCain ever didn't like that much.....Republicans, whad'ya ganna do?!?
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