hothotdamn! what a fabulous past few weeks its been.
it all began with hell city (pictures to come soon)
on the drive up my man and stevezilla and i listened to highway to hell as we closed in on the final miles of the drive and then blasted thunderstruck as lightning began to flash through the sky and zepp101 held out his hand and lo and behold the largest most electrifyingly epic lightning bolt of them all! twas surely a sign of greatness to come.
upon arrival (far later than planned due to a necessary gorging at waffle house) we immediately began to pound pbrs then proceeded to drink in cheaper bars with warning and her dude aaronis who are pretty much the shit and i would like them to adopt me. well there were many shots of whiskey and shitloads of beers and demolishment of bathrooms via six rolls of paper towels and jams and shaking of ass and, upon realizing we were in the midst of a wedding party, an old men named hanz buying all of our drinks at the end of the night of which i have no complaints...
i woke up the next day and was properly hung over but after shoving a massive five guys burger into my face i was feeling just fine. met a bunch of lovely suicide ladies at the convention, wandered, checked out some incredible tattoo work, pouted over being too broke to get any, sipped pabstses, hung the fuck out, got a tiny gore fix watching the freak show, handed out awards, hung out some more, woke up early on sunday and shot a set with cherry with the help of radeo who were both super awesomely cool and fabulous and it was the most pleasuriest of pleasures to meet them!
hung around the convention a bit longer sunday then zoomed back to pittsburgh to catch helmet.
a band opened for them named the last vegas. they were the biggest collection of douche i have ever seen on a stage. they made statements such as:
"we're the last fucking vegas and we're going to kick your ass! with rock and roll..."
while wearing huge bellbottoms and belts made of ten thousand scarves and leather jackets in the blistering heat. but i did want to thank them for the laughs ...
helmet was solid. good old nineties rock. can't go wrong.
after this me and my man set out on a road trip to milwaukee to see fucking deftones. stopped in chicago for a night and returned to the drool-worthy kuma's corner for some dank ass burgs. give me a pile of grease and blast death metal for my ears and i am a happy girl. kumas makes me a very happy girl. last time i got the slayer burger, this time i went for the black sabbath:
yeah. that was IN ME. every last drop of the fucker.
ok so i left a tiny bit. TINY. sue me.
arrived in milwaukee. stumbled upon the summer home of CAPTAIN PABST. captain. fucking pabst. the man that grew dem hops son. dear sir: when i can not afford the bitterest of ipas and the chocolatiest of stouts: I SALUTE YOU.
ok so onto more important matters. i've been waiting to see deftones since the fucking 90's and they rocked my goddamned little rexxy world. they played for almost TWO HOURS. chino was lookin fly. stefans hair was gnarley as always. new bass player held it down. set list was jizzworthy.
Rocket Skates
Diamond Eyes
CMND/CTRL
Feiticeira
Knife Prty
Elite
You've Seen The Butcher
Sextape
Royal
Birthmark
When Girls Telephone Boys
Minerva
Prince
Beauty School
Be Quiet and Drive (Far Away)
Around the Fur
Lotion
My Own Summer (Shove It)
Passenger
Change (In the House of Flies)
Encore:
Root
7 Words
thank you, deftones.
thank you, the rave, for being a sick venue.
and thank you, crowd, for being die hard and mosh-tastical.
back to pittsburgh we went and the last days of my 'vacation' were spent grilling out. sunshine. beers. whiskey. sex. and great times.
i definitely needed the road in my life. two road trips in one week? even better. fucking in every state along the way? even even better.
i am a happy rexx. i've been a happy rexx for a very long time now. 
needless to say i've got the fuckin bug again. the travel bug that is.
the insanity bug.
the i need to do something radical sometime soon bug.
well...one of my random stream of consciousness blogs is soon to come but i'll stick to updates for now.
sunday i said goodbye to the boy and walked down the street to my best friends abode upon which we made beer floats. BEER FLOATS. double chocolate stout and vanilla ice cream. and reminisced about our wild lives while sipping booze and smoking cigs on the porch like old men.
seriously...beer floats. try it sometime.
alright well today i returned to the bakery. and 'normal' life or something of that nature and hopefully its not for long. i don't like to be without some form of insanity for more than a week or so at a time...
i'm about to go make some spaghetti smothered in sriracha and catch up on my nerdosity while burning incense and listening to some jams. i'm feeling jazzy. perhaps some gil scott-heron. and definitely books. i havn't read in about a week and a half and woe is me. i'm catching up on my mythology and my past of being a complete latin geek (latin student of the year 2004 mother fuckers) which is quite breezy reads and am debating whether to begin the idiot or house of the dead next...and by next i mean maybe tonight. man. i love me some dostoevsky. i sense an up all-nighter of books and pen and paper coming on...
who wants to brew me a cup a joe?
ah. the divine combination of java and delicious word candy is to die for, to me.
well yes. my tummy is a rumbling and i can tell the dog wishes to frolic in the grass before the sun goes down so i'm going to go get on these things.
that is what i have been up to.
life is grand.
tell me about yours?
what are you doing?
what are you listening to?
what are your thoughts on hot dogs wrapped in bacon?
who lives by an ocean and wants a visit soon?
k babays...till next time
<3 Rexx
it all began with hell city (pictures to come soon)
on the drive up my man and stevezilla and i listened to highway to hell as we closed in on the final miles of the drive and then blasted thunderstruck as lightning began to flash through the sky and zepp101 held out his hand and lo and behold the largest most electrifyingly epic lightning bolt of them all! twas surely a sign of greatness to come.
upon arrival (far later than planned due to a necessary gorging at waffle house) we immediately began to pound pbrs then proceeded to drink in cheaper bars with warning and her dude aaronis who are pretty much the shit and i would like them to adopt me. well there were many shots of whiskey and shitloads of beers and demolishment of bathrooms via six rolls of paper towels and jams and shaking of ass and, upon realizing we were in the midst of a wedding party, an old men named hanz buying all of our drinks at the end of the night of which i have no complaints...
i woke up the next day and was properly hung over but after shoving a massive five guys burger into my face i was feeling just fine. met a bunch of lovely suicide ladies at the convention, wandered, checked out some incredible tattoo work, pouted over being too broke to get any, sipped pabstses, hung the fuck out, got a tiny gore fix watching the freak show, handed out awards, hung out some more, woke up early on sunday and shot a set with cherry with the help of radeo who were both super awesomely cool and fabulous and it was the most pleasuriest of pleasures to meet them!
hung around the convention a bit longer sunday then zoomed back to pittsburgh to catch helmet.
a band opened for them named the last vegas. they were the biggest collection of douche i have ever seen on a stage. they made statements such as:
"we're the last fucking vegas and we're going to kick your ass! with rock and roll..."
while wearing huge bellbottoms and belts made of ten thousand scarves and leather jackets in the blistering heat. but i did want to thank them for the laughs ...
helmet was solid. good old nineties rock. can't go wrong.
after this me and my man set out on a road trip to milwaukee to see fucking deftones. stopped in chicago for a night and returned to the drool-worthy kuma's corner for some dank ass burgs. give me a pile of grease and blast death metal for my ears and i am a happy girl. kumas makes me a very happy girl. last time i got the slayer burger, this time i went for the black sabbath:
yeah. that was IN ME. every last drop of the fucker.
ok so i left a tiny bit. TINY. sue me.
arrived in milwaukee. stumbled upon the summer home of CAPTAIN PABST. captain. fucking pabst. the man that grew dem hops son. dear sir: when i can not afford the bitterest of ipas and the chocolatiest of stouts: I SALUTE YOU.
ok so onto more important matters. i've been waiting to see deftones since the fucking 90's and they rocked my goddamned little rexxy world. they played for almost TWO HOURS. chino was lookin fly. stefans hair was gnarley as always. new bass player held it down. set list was jizzworthy.
Rocket Skates
Diamond Eyes
CMND/CTRL
Feiticeira
Knife Prty
Elite
You've Seen The Butcher
Sextape
Royal
Birthmark
When Girls Telephone Boys
Minerva
Prince
Beauty School
Be Quiet and Drive (Far Away)
Around the Fur
Lotion
My Own Summer (Shove It)
Passenger
Change (In the House of Flies)
Encore:
Root
7 Words
thank you, deftones.
thank you, the rave, for being a sick venue.
and thank you, crowd, for being die hard and mosh-tastical.
back to pittsburgh we went and the last days of my 'vacation' were spent grilling out. sunshine. beers. whiskey. sex. and great times.
i definitely needed the road in my life. two road trips in one week? even better. fucking in every state along the way? even even better.
i am a happy rexx. i've been a happy rexx for a very long time now. needless to say i've got the fuckin bug again. the travel bug that is.
the insanity bug.
the i need to do something radical sometime soon bug.
well...one of my random stream of consciousness blogs is soon to come but i'll stick to updates for now.
sunday i said goodbye to the boy and walked down the street to my best friends abode upon which we made beer floats. BEER FLOATS. double chocolate stout and vanilla ice cream. and reminisced about our wild lives while sipping booze and smoking cigs on the porch like old men.
seriously...beer floats. try it sometime.
alright well today i returned to the bakery. and 'normal' life or something of that nature and hopefully its not for long. i don't like to be without some form of insanity for more than a week or so at a time...
i'm about to go make some spaghetti smothered in sriracha and catch up on my nerdosity while burning incense and listening to some jams. i'm feeling jazzy. perhaps some gil scott-heron. and definitely books. i havn't read in about a week and a half and woe is me. i'm catching up on my mythology and my past of being a complete latin geek (latin student of the year 2004 mother fuckers) which is quite breezy reads and am debating whether to begin the idiot or house of the dead next...and by next i mean maybe tonight. man. i love me some dostoevsky. i sense an up all-nighter of books and pen and paper coming on...
who wants to brew me a cup a joe?
ah. the divine combination of java and delicious word candy is to die for, to me.
well yes. my tummy is a rumbling and i can tell the dog wishes to frolic in the grass before the sun goes down so i'm going to go get on these things.
that is what i have been up to.
life is grand.
tell me about yours?
what are you doing?
what are you listening to?
what are your thoughts on hot dogs wrapped in bacon?
who lives by an ocean and wants a visit soon?
k babays...till next time
<3 Rexx
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And the burger is known as the Ballbuster. Got it at the Bad Ass Cafe in Ocean City. It was amazing. And there breakfast is bomb too.