sarah and i went to see the new austin powers movie.� it was funny.� then we did our usual noise.� drinking, driving, blasting janet jackson and my bloody valentine's "you made me realize" with the bass cranked all the way up.� a mutual appreciation of gang of four.� dancing.� running up & down the street and climbing on top of newspaper machines.� our ways may be simple, but there's so much crunkness and so little drama that we occasionally pause for a sec to announce that we're satisfied with how the night is turning out.� more drinking, more driving, more music, more dancing, etc.� cigarettes and pop art paintings.� a gracious hostess offers us whiskey sours at 3am and then throws her fishnetted leg across my lap.