feliz margaritas!

feliz national margarita day! we here at casual friday look forward to celebrating this particular holiday enforce…


hey studs! we here at the casual friday office are throwing our collective hair back and throwing a great rock and roll rager at the east bay rats club house this saturday, february 12. doors open at 8pm, 5 bones, all ages. what’s more? you can feel good about going out and having a killer time, as this rager is altruistic. all money will be going towards the leukemia and lymphoma society in memory of our lovely and dearly departed cohort jennie haydel.

show down. show up. show some attitude. we will be there doing the same.

it’s an undeniable fact, everyone exerts some degree of an electric pull that draws some demographic to them like a magnet. for instance, one casual friday associate attracts cops like moths to a flame. another esteemed colleague draws accidents like locust to verdant fields. one has no control over these things, it’s better to just kind of maintain a casual awareness of it, and move on.

we here at casual friday have the distinct pleasure of being a lightening rod for crazies. why? no clue. they seek us out and they find us in the most unpredictable situations. they yell crazy things at us. sometimes they give us weird tokens to commemorate our distinctly unsettling and brief acquaintanceship.

we’ve had someone chase us into the street in the middle of the day by some psychological mess hiding in a bush trying to punch us. we’ve saved someone’s life who lept off the porch of building by grabbing their hand just as they began falling. we’ve been given a lighter by a wild eyed stranger saying it housed our soul. we’ve been gifted with the prophecies of gods and demons. we’ve watched people slice their chests open in front of our eyes. we’ve collected many many many acts of verbal vomit produced by the hunched casualties of the modern condition.

we certainly don’t seek out this attention. we’ve heard several learned hypothesis on this behavioral magnetism, though most of them center around having red hair and being born on a thursday both supposedly requisites for the attentions of the psychologically damned. at this point, we’ve been pretty desensitized, however every now and then some act of crazy really hits home. after all, we aren’t made entirely of valium and deep breathing exercises.

take that with you to your weekend dears. we’ll let you know if we meet any particularly interesting new people.

“there is a vitality, a life force, a quickening that is translated through you in action, because there is only one of you in all time, this expression is unique. if you block it, it will never exist through any other medium and will be lost. the world will not have it. it is not your business to determine how good it is, nor how valuable it is, nor how it compares with other expressions. it is your business to keep it yours, clearly and directly, to keep the channel open. you do not ever have to believe in yourself or your work. you have to keep open and aware directly to the urges that motivate you. keep the channel open. no artist is pleased. there is no satisfaction whatever at any time. there is only a queer, divine dissatisfaction, a blessed unrest that keeps us marching and makes us more alive than others”

-martha graham to agnes demille

(this quote was sent to the casual friday offices by one of our most esteemed, gifted, and damned friends. it comes to us hand written on waitress guest checks. like any thoughtful fit of madness…)

finessing out the facts

we here at casual friday love the cold hard facts. nothing gets us off quite more than knowing we hold in our hand that perfect ball of truth. that thing which is completely indisputable in its very being. with that said, we do understand the occasional necessity of tarting the truth up a bit: loved the (article of clothing)!; the (fill in the blank) was delicious!; so much fun!; i’ll love you forever… we’ve all done it. it’s better not to think about the smaller sins, once one goes down that twisted path its like a thousand pigeons exploding into flight right around you. it’s alarming, dirty, and loud.

with that digression firmly behind us, we’ve been working out the fine, and coarse, details of strange news received early this week. needless to say, while we are still not entirely at one with the degree of restitution that was meted out, justice was carried out to a far lesser extent than we were initally lead to believe. none the less, we continue to loosely in our pursuit of that flighty temptress truth, which we know we will never get. however, we are confident that we will at least be introduced to a near neighbor of the real story. and that, dear readers, is cool with us.

pass it on.

it’s monday and we here at the offices of casual friday have been besieged by a strange volley of news that has left us feeling slightly off kilter. we here are struggling with the loaded question of when one is presented with the retribution for wrongs inflicted upon the self and others, how come it does not feel wholly saturated in pure light and righteousness? if you can figure out the answer to that, please do drop us a line. until then, we will remain oscillating in the points between.