bunnywoah

ohhh nathan you're making me mad. you can't call a girl, tell her you need to get out of town for a minute, make plans, then the next morning tell her "we'll play it by ear." no, we won't play it by ear. You'll come over damnit.

anyway i had the best nite last nite. it started out with my best friend having a bit of a breakdown, then us finally getting out the door and heading down to pier 3 to see our friends play a show. even though it's been so long that i only knew ONE song on the set list, i got the warm fuzzies in my heart and I felt 14 again. I saw a room full of faces I hadn't seen in about a year and they were all just as excited to see me as I was them.

then i went against all morals (as i was a few beers/drinks deep), and went with my friend to ID. Normally I hate that place. Too many kids that are just too cool for school. I'm not that cool, nor do I plan on acting like I'm that cool, or being that cool any time soon. I got a little more drunk and danced like a disaster and had a great time. I could feel little bits of broken glass on the dance floor, but I kept shaking it. Upon finishing my last beer and setting it down, I found where the broken glass had come from. This fucking glass just sitting there, and what do you know, it sliced my finger open and I started GUSHING blood. Shimmied to the bathroom, rinsed the finger for a while, then ran to the bar to get a band-aid. My hero bartender wrapped me up and fucking put what can only be described as a "finger condom" over the band aid to keep it tight. I took that off, rocked the band aid and booty danced on the dance floor for the remaining 10 minutes of the nite.

Good times.