Chemically Imbalanced (espresso-jogged screeds)

bleary remainders

now sodden with pool chlorine and SO shots and homemade hummus and eau de vie and sundry other liquid marinades, this blog can’t remember much more than this:

there was a kitchen island, and it was groaning ‘neath the weight of nate the finger‘s silvia with a newly installed PID, two isomac gran macininos, two mazzers, our own antiquated riviera lever machine, the establishment-shunning blogbrother‘s paddle-wheel vetrano and the bioluminescent cypriot‘s rock-solid isomac tay-AH, all spinning through pounds of toscano …. no wait — it was the latest bright-as-brillo panama 12686 … no, it was the wintergreen-hummus sumatra — all of them swilled from a never-ending parade of blazing platinum-tinged spro vessels and washed down with nothing but the next round.

which is to say it was a memorial day for the ages. whatever that means…

thought about live webcam-blogging. you know, in the spirit of efficaciously spreading word of communal coffee events. but then, we remembered: that only applies to bashes that matter. hack photography still to come…