Uggg... my head hurts so fuckin' bad. And it isn't because I'm hung over.
See, last night my roommate's girlfriend made the mistake of telling us that Peachtree Tavern was all you can drink for a five dollar cover last night from nine to eleven. Upon arrival, we found ourselves awash in a sea of frat-types and forced to listen to two of said types play their lameass acoustic guitar music on stage. As such, we really got our money's worth out of that five dollar cover.
Anyway, back to the reason my head hurts. While at the bar, Kyle and I got into a good natured scuffle. In the middle of this scuffle, he turned to me and elbowed me in the right temple about six times. That sucked. So I wheeled around and clocked him in the side of the head, too. At this point, Paige broke the whole thing up, but the damage was already done; we were both all woozy for the rest of the evening, and I have a tremendous bruise on the side of my head.
Good times.
See, last night my roommate's girlfriend made the mistake of telling us that Peachtree Tavern was all you can drink for a five dollar cover last night from nine to eleven. Upon arrival, we found ourselves awash in a sea of frat-types and forced to listen to two of said types play their lameass acoustic guitar music on stage. As such, we really got our money's worth out of that five dollar cover.
Anyway, back to the reason my head hurts. While at the bar, Kyle and I got into a good natured scuffle. In the middle of this scuffle, he turned to me and elbowed me in the right temple about six times. That sucked. So I wheeled around and clocked him in the side of the head, too. At this point, Paige broke the whole thing up, but the damage was already done; we were both all woozy for the rest of the evening, and I have a tremendous bruise on the side of my head.
Good times.
scylla:
Damn, you're a rock star.
flux:
Poor poor you.