My Goblet of Beatbox Brew


Oh god. The story I have for you? I can’t connect the words into coherent sentences:

blue men

All the ingredients for an unforgettable evening. So listen to this for now, but be prepared to crank up the speakers and rock your body like your momma told ya: Leslie and the Lys.

Details to come.

7 Responses to “My Goblet of Beatbox Brew”

  1. asia Says:

    *nail biting*

  2. jill Says:

    *edge-of-seat sitting*

  3. teahouseblossom Says:

    Heehee. I can just tell that this is gonna be GOOD!!

  4. Ryan Says:

    just think that evening started with the comment “is that run jen run sitting at the bar?” and turned into a night that has left everyone in attendance speechless.

  5. Chris Says:

    You know, it’s a damned shame that she looks like hell in all her photos because I found Leslie quite attractive in person. Maybe that was just the caffeine talking.
    See you at the Feast of Fools. Our 15 minutes is ticking.

  6. jenny Says:

    A: Don’t bite too far – won’t be posted until Wed/Thu… my brain has so much to process.
    J: See comment above. You may return to the middle of your seat until further notice.
    THB: Right you are, m’lady!
    R: Sadly, the answer to the question, “Is that run jen run sitting at the bar?” is almost always a resounding “Yes.”
    C: I thought the same thing! She does make quite a grimace, though, doesn’t she?

  7. kevin Says:

    i’m right there with you, jenny… still trying to process. all i know is: “thunder stricks, beats obey”. yep, that’s “stricks”.