Allo,
I left the bachelor party at around five or five thirty with Mike to head back to his house, a few blacks away from Greg's (Auer to MLK to Locust to Humboldt to Wright to Dousman, not that anyone cares or knows), so we could grab what little cash he had left from his paycheck and get some soup or something salty at George Webb's. When we got there the street was pretty much still under the covers and there was plenty enough parking. Originally I was going to wait in the car, but instead chose to come in and urinate. I woke up on the couch at four thirty in the afternoon later that day. Didn't remember sitting down on the couch even, let alone urinating or taking off my shoes. I was still hungry.
Mike and I headed back to Greg's to see who if anyone still remained. The house was empty and all locked up, with my back pack nicely set in the front hallway behind two locked doors for me to stare at and pout at. Back to Mike's then to call Heather's cell and see where either her or Greg were. They were both at Fuel, also with Cecilly(?). We drove down there and sat with them and talked a bit. Aaron showed up, and so did Emily and Kevin. It is nice to see people, I can't afford to make ti down to Milwaukee as often as I would like.
Back again to Greg's, this time they came with and let us in. I left them there and went to have Amee stretch my ears to five eights. I got there and she was not doing so well, so we talked a bit before she tried to give my ears a go. The taper went through alright, but she could not get the jewelry in, then on the second time through with the taper, my ear tore in two places and split badly in one. I bled a whole lot and then my ear was so swollen I could barely fit a q-tip in the hole, let alone get the half inch plug back in.
I agreed to take Amee out to eat which I always do when we hang out (an old dating habit with her that will never break I guess). We had to wait for her to pierce Kelly's septum first though. that is another story though, maybe later.
Now two days later and after having been told by two nurses (one being my mother) that I needed stitches for my ear, I greased up three plugs starting at zero guage and going up to half inch, and eventually and painfuly won my half inch back to it's place in my ear. I had to start small, let it sit a minute or two, pull on it and then move on to the next. It hurt some and I bled, but I can't take the chance of it healing up too much and closing.
I need sleep and my ear is on fire right now.
Cheers.
Noise:
Pale Horse and Rider "Jersey Coast Line"
Alias "Saviour (remx)"
Guts Pie Earshot "Sit"
Pale Horse and Rider "I Told Jesus Christ How Much I Lover Her"
I left the bachelor party at around five or five thirty with Mike to head back to his house, a few blacks away from Greg's (Auer to MLK to Locust to Humboldt to Wright to Dousman, not that anyone cares or knows), so we could grab what little cash he had left from his paycheck and get some soup or something salty at George Webb's. When we got there the street was pretty much still under the covers and there was plenty enough parking. Originally I was going to wait in the car, but instead chose to come in and urinate. I woke up on the couch at four thirty in the afternoon later that day. Didn't remember sitting down on the couch even, let alone urinating or taking off my shoes. I was still hungry.
Mike and I headed back to Greg's to see who if anyone still remained. The house was empty and all locked up, with my back pack nicely set in the front hallway behind two locked doors for me to stare at and pout at. Back to Mike's then to call Heather's cell and see where either her or Greg were. They were both at Fuel, also with Cecilly(?). We drove down there and sat with them and talked a bit. Aaron showed up, and so did Emily and Kevin. It is nice to see people, I can't afford to make ti down to Milwaukee as often as I would like.
Back again to Greg's, this time they came with and let us in. I left them there and went to have Amee stretch my ears to five eights. I got there and she was not doing so well, so we talked a bit before she tried to give my ears a go. The taper went through alright, but she could not get the jewelry in, then on the second time through with the taper, my ear tore in two places and split badly in one. I bled a whole lot and then my ear was so swollen I could barely fit a q-tip in the hole, let alone get the half inch plug back in.
I agreed to take Amee out to eat which I always do when we hang out (an old dating habit with her that will never break I guess). We had to wait for her to pierce Kelly's septum first though. that is another story though, maybe later.
Now two days later and after having been told by two nurses (one being my mother) that I needed stitches for my ear, I greased up three plugs starting at zero guage and going up to half inch, and eventually and painfuly won my half inch back to it's place in my ear. I had to start small, let it sit a minute or two, pull on it and then move on to the next. It hurt some and I bled, but I can't take the chance of it healing up too much and closing.
I need sleep and my ear is on fire right now.
Cheers.
Noise:
Pale Horse and Rider "Jersey Coast Line"
Alias "Saviour (remx)"
Guts Pie Earshot "Sit"
Pale Horse and Rider "I Told Jesus Christ How Much I Lover Her"
lsd25:
(re: trains): agreed. but he doesn't seem very dedicated to his crisis (yet) and i have no train skill to speak of -- i've only ever hopped around within freaking vermont, which is so easy it's practically encouraged by the relevant authorities. ah well, maybe the car'll break down in wyoming and i'll talk him into eating some tahitian woodrose seeds and we'll start into a proper vacation.