Ah the weekends. A couple of my friends were up from West Virginia this weekend. They knew of a party on Spruce and 40-something street and I said let's do it. I met Beck and Andrea before the party so that Beck and I could start early. I think we were both fairly drunk early on so the shenanigans started way before they needed. It was a night of hammering shots and living in the punch bowl. I had the chance to look at the camera today and saw some really bad photos of myself. Andrea said she would email them to me so they will pop on here as soon as I have them. Somewhere around 3AM Beck and I decided that Wawa was going to deal the fatal blow of the evening. This went well until we ended up walking up to strange houses on Spruce and ringing the doorbell. Hell if the lights are on at that time there must be a party going on. Well no one came to the door. A girl I assume lived there showed up but despite Beck's attempts she would not talk to us. Somehow I was able to ride my bike home even though I was so drunk that I was falling over. I remember getting my flipflops caught in the chain at one point and flying over the seat. There were two casualties for the night. I lost my headphones. This makes me sad because I love my iPod and my jams. I'm tight on money and I really don't feel like shelling out for new ones. 
I also broke my belt buckle. It was a gift and means a lot to me so this is worse than losing the headphones. There is no replacing this item. Just can't be done.
I met up with Beck and Andrea again for Mexican food this afternoon. I love me some Mexican food. Other than sushi, Mexican food is one of the only foods I seriously crave. I pedal my ass for miles just to get the best I can. Moving to San Diego will be a blessing when it comes to my addiction. After the meal we walked around on South St. which I am not a fan of. I worked down there for years managing a clothing store. It is hell being down there. Everyone walks like they are a speed bump that is always out of reach. Whenever I attempt to pass they reconfigure and slow it down. I stopped to get a mocha at Starbucks and I got it for free. The guy behind the counter thought I was with the girl behind me who happened to work there. My shit luck. Free caffeine! I left Beck and Andrea as they hailed a cab. Hopefully in a coupe weeks I'm going down to WV to visit and get in trouble. Shit yeah where are my cowboy boots?
I also broke my belt buckle. It was a gift and means a lot to me so this is worse than losing the headphones. There is no replacing this item. Just can't be done.
I met up with Beck and Andrea again for Mexican food this afternoon. I love me some Mexican food. Other than sushi, Mexican food is one of the only foods I seriously crave. I pedal my ass for miles just to get the best I can. Moving to San Diego will be a blessing when it comes to my addiction. After the meal we walked around on South St. which I am not a fan of. I worked down there for years managing a clothing store. It is hell being down there. Everyone walks like they are a speed bump that is always out of reach. Whenever I attempt to pass they reconfigure and slow it down. I stopped to get a mocha at Starbucks and I got it for free. The guy behind the counter thought I was with the girl behind me who happened to work there. My shit luck. Free caffeine! I left Beck and Andrea as they hailed a cab. Hopefully in a coupe weeks I'm going down to WV to visit and get in trouble. Shit yeah where are my cowboy boots?