total budget spent for mini trip.....186.00
total amount of said budget used for drinking.....100.00
making new friends......priceless
it's saturday, i'm already a few hours behind and i gas up the ride and hit the road. my destination,..raliegh nc. i hit the interstate and my car starts to swallow up the little white lines like i was pac man. i hit breakneck speeds all the way through the southern carolina. my mission is simple, i'm going to meet some new people that i met on suicide girls, the infamous chiquita and girlblue. i had no idea what to expect but some how i was gonna go and meet some others who were like me ..but at least on the same coast. i haul ass through nc...the land of the discount cigarettes, stopping only once for gas and to aloow the local yokels to sit and gawk at my customized body....it lets you get a grip on where you're at let me tell you. i arrive at around 11pm and immediately begin my frantic search for the exit i am to take. i find it and the anticipation starts to get to me.....that and all the water i drank in the car. i find the exit and work the directions with great mastery. i arrive and park in an area that is not so unlike my hometown of athens and already my gas staion scare is behind me. i walk around looking for the locale at which i was to meet my contacts. they were not there. i then remembered the name of the joint where blue worked, actually...it was written down and in my back pocket.(tee hee) i head up a flight of stairs and see 2 young ladies already imbibing and i immediately know......this is gonna be ok, this is my kinda party. blue offers to drive us around and see the local bars, since we chiquita and i both drove for a while....and even offered to let us crash her pad, what a sweetie. we grab a few drinks at blues bar and head off to a different scene. i believe it was called the stingray where we sat and conversed with a bartender that seemed like an alright cat, and appearently...blue is a regular. chiquita and i just let her lead the way and we carried on with the festivities regardless, as we are both trained professionals. we then hit another bar called the jackpot....and as soon as that stale bar air hits my face i know that i have found it, that place, in another town, where you can feel at home. that leads to one thing....trouble. i start to buy drinks and more drinks and still more. we actually got pictures of most of the occassion, which is good. because no one would believe that we were attacked by a roaming pack of rabid chimpanzees, unless i had pictures of the damage they inflicted on blue, she is a warrior poet and i will leave that at that. chiquita and i however, seemed to have had a wrestleing bout with several of the locals in true battle royale form, which would account for all the bruising. certain elements of the story may be fictitious.( but that is only because we where all too drunk to remember shit...) the next morning i awake to find 2 blazed out young ladies with a hankerin' for some chow. we opted for the cheaper joint, but got all the atmosphere that we needed. the steak was good, they didn't have mine or chiquitas brand of smokes, but the tea made up for it in this adventurers opinion. we talked shit and just wore out into our days. we met blue mom and pop...nice folks.
my awards go to blue for hostess with the mostest, and combat driving skills
chiquita wins the alltime toughman copmpetition and probably the mom of the year.
me ...well i am merely a pawn in the game of life ...but if a tattooed pirate comes to your house and tells you your gonna drink......go with him.....and you too may carry out an adventure.
total amount of said budget used for drinking.....100.00
making new friends......priceless
it's saturday, i'm already a few hours behind and i gas up the ride and hit the road. my destination,..raliegh nc. i hit the interstate and my car starts to swallow up the little white lines like i was pac man. i hit breakneck speeds all the way through the southern carolina. my mission is simple, i'm going to meet some new people that i met on suicide girls, the infamous chiquita and girlblue. i had no idea what to expect but some how i was gonna go and meet some others who were like me ..but at least on the same coast. i haul ass through nc...the land of the discount cigarettes, stopping only once for gas and to aloow the local yokels to sit and gawk at my customized body....it lets you get a grip on where you're at let me tell you. i arrive at around 11pm and immediately begin my frantic search for the exit i am to take. i find it and the anticipation starts to get to me.....that and all the water i drank in the car. i find the exit and work the directions with great mastery. i arrive and park in an area that is not so unlike my hometown of athens and already my gas staion scare is behind me. i walk around looking for the locale at which i was to meet my contacts. they were not there. i then remembered the name of the joint where blue worked, actually...it was written down and in my back pocket.(tee hee) i head up a flight of stairs and see 2 young ladies already imbibing and i immediately know......this is gonna be ok, this is my kinda party. blue offers to drive us around and see the local bars, since we chiquita and i both drove for a while....and even offered to let us crash her pad, what a sweetie. we grab a few drinks at blues bar and head off to a different scene. i believe it was called the stingray where we sat and conversed with a bartender that seemed like an alright cat, and appearently...blue is a regular. chiquita and i just let her lead the way and we carried on with the festivities regardless, as we are both trained professionals. we then hit another bar called the jackpot....and as soon as that stale bar air hits my face i know that i have found it, that place, in another town, where you can feel at home. that leads to one thing....trouble. i start to buy drinks and more drinks and still more. we actually got pictures of most of the occassion, which is good. because no one would believe that we were attacked by a roaming pack of rabid chimpanzees, unless i had pictures of the damage they inflicted on blue, she is a warrior poet and i will leave that at that. chiquita and i however, seemed to have had a wrestleing bout with several of the locals in true battle royale form, which would account for all the bruising. certain elements of the story may be fictitious.( but that is only because we where all too drunk to remember shit...) the next morning i awake to find 2 blazed out young ladies with a hankerin' for some chow. we opted for the cheaper joint, but got all the atmosphere that we needed. the steak was good, they didn't have mine or chiquitas brand of smokes, but the tea made up for it in this adventurers opinion. we talked shit and just wore out into our days. we met blue mom and pop...nice folks.
my awards go to blue for hostess with the mostest, and combat driving skills
chiquita wins the alltime toughman copmpetition and probably the mom of the year.
me ...well i am merely a pawn in the game of life ...but if a tattooed pirate comes to your house and tells you your gonna drink......go with him.....and you too may carry out an adventure.
rabid chimps and wrestling battles with locals, sure, but what about that werewolf that tried to take us down...
Someone needs to plan a big SG eastcoast get-together.