Last Friday recurring Propeller Skies characters Mark and Skye threw a birthday party in the hood. As the original partay in the hood was totally bitchin’, I cleared out some space on my schedule and made it a point to show up.

Showing up was easier said than done. Astute Prizzo Skeezy readers will recall that I have been depending on MARTA for my transportation needs. While MARTA works well enough for getting between my residence and place of employment, riding it to social functions presents a unique set of challenges. Since none of my five broke ass readers have contributed to the Smoove D Nissan Pathfinder Fund I found myself riding the bus on Friday evening. While I was waiting for the number eighteen at Candler Park MARTA Station, recurring Propeller Skies character Ted called and graciously offered a ride. I put the top back on my bourbon bottle and took him up on it.

Ted and I arrived on the early side, because we are both losers without fuck all else to do. Before I could even pour myself a proper bourbon on the rocks, Skye saddled me with a camera. Apparently word got out that I know how to take a picture without any fingers in front of the lens. After taking a few pictures, I was forced to conclude that the camera totally sucked a sweaty sloth ball. At least ten seconds elapsed between pressing the shutter button and an actual picture being taken. My primary main objective shifted from drinking heavily and photographing hotties to unloading the camera quickly.

I was successful in ditching the camera and spent some quality time drinking and chilling with Ted and several other revelers. Eventually recurring Propeller Skies character Big A showed up. Unfortunately, she was having a bad hair day or something and just hung out on the couch quietly. Sometime during the festivities, several of Mark’s DJ friends showed up and began spinning.

In conclusion, Mark and Skye threw some really sweet parties. I am bummed they are moving to Florida to sharpen up their shuffleboard and bridge skills.

By the way, for those keeping score at home, the incredibly slow camera had “Canon” emblazoned on the front of it.