green bay weekend is over and i'm glad to be back in the beer city. it rained and rained, and i drove my shitty car with bald tires, bad brakes through the heavy shit each way.
friday was ho-hum, but my roommate paulie told me i sang "turning japanese" in my sleep, so i guess that's pretty cool.
saturday was a bit crazier, hung out at 29 steps with some theater crew members from the venue. i was drinking a lot of whiskey, and having fun. the crew kids leave, and there i am hanging out with some other people.
outside on the street there is this drunk guy with his hand down the front of his pants, clearly enjoying himself. i yelled out the window, "SHOW US YOUR COCK!!!!!", he looked pissed and headed for the bar. this guy was looking for a fight, i guess. i take my belt off and give my ipod to a girl i was bs'ing with, "if i end up in the hospital from this, make sure i get it back". the dude enters the room as i'm swatting the belt on my thigh, like a dad eager to administer household justice to a disobedient 11 year old. i gave him my tough guy look, and this fucker looks at me, and leaves! we saw him puke in the street shortly thereafter.
good times!
but the best times are here in milwaukee. i felt like i was gone forever, like there'd be three new starbuck's in my neighborhood when i came back with a long white beard, a cane, and bionic eyeballs. i did an ultimate power hour at cactus club when i rolled into town. from 1:15 to close i plowed through 6 whiskey/diets and two blatzies. then it was home to fall asleep.
up again early today for breakfast with kelly's mom before she heads back up to her place in door county. she's awesome! and now it's just me, a new mix cd a friend made for me (pop punk nuggets for joey), and my two kitty cats. and a half pack of parliaments.........
friday was ho-hum, but my roommate paulie told me i sang "turning japanese" in my sleep, so i guess that's pretty cool.
saturday was a bit crazier, hung out at 29 steps with some theater crew members from the venue. i was drinking a lot of whiskey, and having fun. the crew kids leave, and there i am hanging out with some other people.
outside on the street there is this drunk guy with his hand down the front of his pants, clearly enjoying himself. i yelled out the window, "SHOW US YOUR COCK!!!!!", he looked pissed and headed for the bar. this guy was looking for a fight, i guess. i take my belt off and give my ipod to a girl i was bs'ing with, "if i end up in the hospital from this, make sure i get it back". the dude enters the room as i'm swatting the belt on my thigh, like a dad eager to administer household justice to a disobedient 11 year old. i gave him my tough guy look, and this fucker looks at me, and leaves! we saw him puke in the street shortly thereafter.
good times!
but the best times are here in milwaukee. i felt like i was gone forever, like there'd be three new starbuck's in my neighborhood when i came back with a long white beard, a cane, and bionic eyeballs. i did an ultimate power hour at cactus club when i rolled into town. from 1:15 to close i plowed through 6 whiskey/diets and two blatzies. then it was home to fall asleep.
up again early today for breakfast with kelly's mom before she heads back up to her place in door county. she's awesome! and now it's just me, a new mix cd a friend made for me (pop punk nuggets for joey), and my two kitty cats. and a half pack of parliaments.........
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user and i need to live closer to you milwaukee folk.