Jesus fuck, I haven't been home in days really..
Wednesday? The Yoousch. Drank a bottle and a half of wine with Caroline in the afternoon, drove down to Shorty's with Cameron. Drinking, Pinball, Friends. Chris and Ali show, Jenn shows, Knuck shows, Ben shows. Most people leave semi-early. Cameron, Jenn and I head up to funhouse. More drink, food, sleep in van.
Next day! Hungover. Unpleasant. Elysian for book and beer until 5 or so when Jenn comes back from hiking. Quinns! The server from my 21st there was serving us that night. I love that woman. Good food, whiskey, conversation..and staying their for 5 hours.
Turning the van around, rehashing the past so to speak, heart attack inducing scares, and cuddling in the molester van.
Next day is death.
Saturday! Thermals with Caroline. 48 ounces of red stripe (silly me, thanks Jon), shitty opening bands. Offers to play Doctor and Patient, with some poking and prodding. Behaving, even though I don't want to. Too many jokes. I confessed my love to a hairy man waiting to go to the bathroom. Thermals were fucking great.
Sleep time in the van, after getting Hot Dogs with K and T.Jay? Thought so. Why not go to Lava/Shorty's for last call with Jamie, and a few others? Alright. Good idea turned horrible fun idea. Last call turns into going to Jamie's brothers apartment at 2 am with David and Tom's girlfriend (forget her name..Jenny?) and making margaritas in a bucket. One bottle of tequila, and a bucket of horrible mix shit and an hour later I'm feeling pretty fucking great with the rest of those kids.
Cooking Eggs Benny all day for easter brunch today. Ugh. God bless my bartender for making me "virgin" bloody marys. Quote of the day? "Evan, you should stop drinking those bloody marys your breathe smells like vodka" from my dishwasher/prep cook. End the day with beer and mimosas.
I have too much fun.
Wednesday? The Yoousch. Drank a bottle and a half of wine with Caroline in the afternoon, drove down to Shorty's with Cameron. Drinking, Pinball, Friends. Chris and Ali show, Jenn shows, Knuck shows, Ben shows. Most people leave semi-early. Cameron, Jenn and I head up to funhouse. More drink, food, sleep in van.
Next day! Hungover. Unpleasant. Elysian for book and beer until 5 or so when Jenn comes back from hiking. Quinns! The server from my 21st there was serving us that night. I love that woman. Good food, whiskey, conversation..and staying their for 5 hours.
Turning the van around, rehashing the past so to speak, heart attack inducing scares, and cuddling in the molester van.
Next day is death.
Saturday! Thermals with Caroline. 48 ounces of red stripe (silly me, thanks Jon), shitty opening bands. Offers to play Doctor and Patient, with some poking and prodding. Behaving, even though I don't want to. Too many jokes. I confessed my love to a hairy man waiting to go to the bathroom. Thermals were fucking great.
Sleep time in the van, after getting Hot Dogs with K and T.Jay? Thought so. Why not go to Lava/Shorty's for last call with Jamie, and a few others? Alright. Good idea turned horrible fun idea. Last call turns into going to Jamie's brothers apartment at 2 am with David and Tom's girlfriend (forget her name..Jenny?) and making margaritas in a bucket. One bottle of tequila, and a bucket of horrible mix shit and an hour later I'm feeling pretty fucking great with the rest of those kids.
Cooking Eggs Benny all day for easter brunch today. Ugh. God bless my bartender for making me "virgin" bloody marys. Quote of the day? "Evan, you should stop drinking those bloody marys your breathe smells like vodka" from my dishwasher/prep cook. End the day with beer and mimosas.
I have too much fun.
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jonnyjonnyh:
Yah, I was there on Friday night with friends who were drinking the stubbies, and I asked if they were 32's, but they are 24's, just oddly shaped I guess.
morgueanna:
See you wednesday, yes?!