In reality my weekend started on Thursday. I did my norm and went to Perv. It was Rocks birthday so I wanted to be there, but since I had to get up and be at work on 7am I decided not to drink.
It was odd... I usually do alright in the ladies dept but for some reason I was on that night. Maybe being a drunkin slob doesn't always work well. Any ways one girl caught my eye and I knew I had to meet her. Well I did and not only was she really hot, but she seemed pretty nice, so I got her digits.
I went home early and got up did the whole work thang and then Harper was nice enough to drive me to the airport. I wanted to fly JetBlue and in doing so I need to drive an extra 20mins (translates into about 2hrs in OC traffic talk).
Harper and I started talking about the Chappell Shows that make fun of Little John WHHHAAAATTTT!!! So we decided to listen to some real LJ. As we got our black on we went on to the Airport. And I left on my way to Oak Town.
I landed and I felt somewhat out of place, and everyone there just looked at me thinking, "yeah he's a skinhead". Let me just say that people can not drive at the airport. This is rather fitting since the person picking me up (me high school girlfriend Shelley). I just knew Shelley would fit right into the world of shitty ass drivers. Somehow she managed to make it into the terminal and pulled the same shitty car moves that everyone else did.
We survived the airport and went off to the Ruby Room. As we parked 20 bikes pull up and she explains that those bikers belong to the Oakland Rats. I'm already out of place and now I'm wondering if I'm going to have to throw down in a fight that would be not so great odds. We walk up to the door and Shelley ends up knowing like 1/2 of them, and next thing you know one of the dudes is buying us drinks. One of the best things about this place is that you can smoke in doors. Although there are signs everywhere saying no smoking... no one gives a flying fuck.
We woke up the next morning and just went all over the place. I can go on and one but I wont. I started to bond with her boyfriend and the guy is pretty damn cool. They have a lot of problems in their relationship and the protective side of me wants her to finally ditch him, but bottom line is I want him to stick around so we can hang out some more. I ate and ate at so many good places, and I was having a really good time.
Saturday night Kevin drove in from San Jose so we could hit the clubs. We decided to go to Rocket. It was a pretty cool venue and the club ended up being alright. Most of the music was 80's rock but they played a huge mix. As I walked in the club I see this guy Sean that I know. He happend to be in town for business. So we had a small crue rolling in the club. I had this girl just come up to me and throw her arms around me and started dancing, but 40mins later she took off. I was also dancing with this girl who Luis used to date...
The interesting thing about this girl is first her girlfriend gets pissed that we cutting a rug... then her ex boyfriend stats cutting in on my space. So basically I got pussy and cock blocked at the same time. At about 1am and who knows how many drinks I decide that I need a smoke. So I just walk out of the club without telling anyone. I was on a mission and I wondered the streets of San Francisco. I found some cloves and mission accomplished. I smoked and went right back to dancing. I thought people would give me shit becuase I dance like I'm from "LA", but just the opposite happend.
We went back to Luis's house and started fucking around with his music studio, but I ended up crashing at about 4am.
Sunday the 3 of us went to Haight and I took some good pics of some really good Graffiti. I saw this lady who had the most fucked up hands. She had no fingures and no wrist, just a thumb and it hooked. It was so strange. Later that night Luis used his skills as a mexican to get us some rocking Mexican food. After a pretty long day we just crashed at Shelley's house.
Today I woke up around 4:45am to make my flight and went straight into work after Donald picked me up from airport. I worked my ass off and came home to find out I have to pay more rent. My dad and I share a place and we have to move. So in order for me to keep brutus I'm looked at places that are about $200 a month more per month. My pops and I went to dinner and I agreed to pay more money. A this rate I could live with Mike and have a 24hr party... but as tempting as it sounds I hate roommates so I'm getting that new place with pops.
After dinner I called Melie (the girl I met at Perv) and we ended up talking for an hour or so. She is smokin hot and I had such an easy conversation with her. She did hit one pet peeve of mine though. When I gave her my number 606-blah blah blah she repeated it back by saying 6o6 no 6 "zero" 6. Yes it sounds lame but I must admit it's importat.
I took over 100 pictures of my trip and I have no idea what to do with them all. Oh well I'm going to go to sleep now.
It was odd... I usually do alright in the ladies dept but for some reason I was on that night. Maybe being a drunkin slob doesn't always work well. Any ways one girl caught my eye and I knew I had to meet her. Well I did and not only was she really hot, but she seemed pretty nice, so I got her digits.
I went home early and got up did the whole work thang and then Harper was nice enough to drive me to the airport. I wanted to fly JetBlue and in doing so I need to drive an extra 20mins (translates into about 2hrs in OC traffic talk).
Harper and I started talking about the Chappell Shows that make fun of Little John WHHHAAAATTTT!!! So we decided to listen to some real LJ. As we got our black on we went on to the Airport. And I left on my way to Oak Town.
I landed and I felt somewhat out of place, and everyone there just looked at me thinking, "yeah he's a skinhead". Let me just say that people can not drive at the airport. This is rather fitting since the person picking me up (me high school girlfriend Shelley). I just knew Shelley would fit right into the world of shitty ass drivers. Somehow she managed to make it into the terminal and pulled the same shitty car moves that everyone else did.
We survived the airport and went off to the Ruby Room. As we parked 20 bikes pull up and she explains that those bikers belong to the Oakland Rats. I'm already out of place and now I'm wondering if I'm going to have to throw down in a fight that would be not so great odds. We walk up to the door and Shelley ends up knowing like 1/2 of them, and next thing you know one of the dudes is buying us drinks. One of the best things about this place is that you can smoke in doors. Although there are signs everywhere saying no smoking... no one gives a flying fuck.
We woke up the next morning and just went all over the place. I can go on and one but I wont. I started to bond with her boyfriend and the guy is pretty damn cool. They have a lot of problems in their relationship and the protective side of me wants her to finally ditch him, but bottom line is I want him to stick around so we can hang out some more. I ate and ate at so many good places, and I was having a really good time.
Saturday night Kevin drove in from San Jose so we could hit the clubs. We decided to go to Rocket. It was a pretty cool venue and the club ended up being alright. Most of the music was 80's rock but they played a huge mix. As I walked in the club I see this guy Sean that I know. He happend to be in town for business. So we had a small crue rolling in the club. I had this girl just come up to me and throw her arms around me and started dancing, but 40mins later she took off. I was also dancing with this girl who Luis used to date...
The interesting thing about this girl is first her girlfriend gets pissed that we cutting a rug... then her ex boyfriend stats cutting in on my space. So basically I got pussy and cock blocked at the same time. At about 1am and who knows how many drinks I decide that I need a smoke. So I just walk out of the club without telling anyone. I was on a mission and I wondered the streets of San Francisco. I found some cloves and mission accomplished. I smoked and went right back to dancing. I thought people would give me shit becuase I dance like I'm from "LA", but just the opposite happend.
We went back to Luis's house and started fucking around with his music studio, but I ended up crashing at about 4am.
Sunday the 3 of us went to Haight and I took some good pics of some really good Graffiti. I saw this lady who had the most fucked up hands. She had no fingures and no wrist, just a thumb and it hooked. It was so strange. Later that night Luis used his skills as a mexican to get us some rocking Mexican food. After a pretty long day we just crashed at Shelley's house.
Today I woke up around 4:45am to make my flight and went straight into work after Donald picked me up from airport. I worked my ass off and came home to find out I have to pay more rent. My dad and I share a place and we have to move. So in order for me to keep brutus I'm looked at places that are about $200 a month more per month. My pops and I went to dinner and I agreed to pay more money. A this rate I could live with Mike and have a 24hr party... but as tempting as it sounds I hate roommates so I'm getting that new place with pops.
After dinner I called Melie (the girl I met at Perv) and we ended up talking for an hour or so. She is smokin hot and I had such an easy conversation with her. She did hit one pet peeve of mine though. When I gave her my number 606-blah blah blah she repeated it back by saying 6o6 no 6 "zero" 6. Yes it sounds lame but I must admit it's importat.
I took over 100 pictures of my trip and I have no idea what to do with them all. Oh well I'm going to go to sleep now.
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In a four digit number sure I agree with you Keychain gh3y boy. But in a 3 digit with the zero in the middle its all about the oh.
Speaking of which... you gonna show her your oh face?