Despite the freezing cold, I decided to wear one of my ultra-thin synthetic hiking tee-shirts to Thursday night's GWAR concert. Had an amazing time!
Before the show I hit a local pub with an old buddy. His office team lead met us there, as did the half-dozen youngin's who'd recently joined their project. A buncha' young twenty-somethings. Made us both feel somewhat old 'n creepy. But, a few beers later, and they were asking all the same dumb questions about, "what do you do for work?" and, "are those tattoos real?" I had 'em convined that I was out-of-work, and the ink was all pressed-on. Said that I'd applied 'em all right before the show.
Highlight of the evening was taking a boot to the eye.
Exhibit A)
It's gonna turn into a nice, lil scar.
I was a zombie at the office on Friday. Told my co-workers to expect it of me. Rolled home (diner food after blood-soakingly good show) around 4:30. Showered at 6:00. Back to the 'ol grindstone by 7:45. Surprisingly I didn't pass out in my office. Also, I was somewhat productive throughout most of the day.
Holiday party that evening. A few of us headed over to one of the girl's homes for a little pre-party. I can put up with my co-workers 40+ hours on most any given work week. But, afterhours... on a Friday? I needed a lot of booze to help me maintain my sanity.
Superbly fancy restaraunt. Heard that, for the 25 or 30 of us in attendance, the minimum was $3,000. I took certain liberties with the steak kabobs, wheat beer, and blackthorn cider on tap. Made a complete ass out myself the entire evening. As things were winding down, one of the waitresses asked if I wanted anything else to drink? I told her I wanted the gayest drink she could muster. Folks at my table (and those nearby, chiming in!) told her to put it in a long-stemmed glass. The biggest she could find. With fruit. And one "of them little umbrellas".
She returned with some horrid pink concotion. She apologized profusely for the lack of an umbrella. They were out. She did, however, mention that, "I made up for it by giving you extra fruit!" How adorable. I was finally floored for the evening by the gay pink drink in the long-stemmed glass with the umbrella-less fruit.
Slept at the same co-workers house. Did my best to keep her fold-out bed from flying off the floor into the ceiling, as the entire room was somehow managing to spin at incredible speeds all night. We had semi-awkward co-worker pancakes in the morning. There are some people I'm truly going to miss when I leave this job in 5 or 6 months.
And, to round off my half-finished weekend of total drunken foolishness... Pietasters concert tonight. It's nice having some hometown heroes-hit-big. We wind up going to at-least 3 or 4 Pietasters shows each year. This was their, "sorry we fucked up and missed Halloween" show. 90 minutes of pure skankalicious dancing 'n good times.
No boot incidents.
I'm still very much inebriated right now.
Before the show I hit a local pub with an old buddy. His office team lead met us there, as did the half-dozen youngin's who'd recently joined their project. A buncha' young twenty-somethings. Made us both feel somewhat old 'n creepy. But, a few beers later, and they were asking all the same dumb questions about, "what do you do for work?" and, "are those tattoos real?" I had 'em convined that I was out-of-work, and the ink was all pressed-on. Said that I'd applied 'em all right before the show.
Highlight of the evening was taking a boot to the eye.
Exhibit A)
It's gonna turn into a nice, lil scar.
I was a zombie at the office on Friday. Told my co-workers to expect it of me. Rolled home (diner food after blood-soakingly good show) around 4:30. Showered at 6:00. Back to the 'ol grindstone by 7:45. Surprisingly I didn't pass out in my office. Also, I was somewhat productive throughout most of the day.
Holiday party that evening. A few of us headed over to one of the girl's homes for a little pre-party. I can put up with my co-workers 40+ hours on most any given work week. But, afterhours... on a Friday? I needed a lot of booze to help me maintain my sanity.
Superbly fancy restaraunt. Heard that, for the 25 or 30 of us in attendance, the minimum was $3,000. I took certain liberties with the steak kabobs, wheat beer, and blackthorn cider on tap. Made a complete ass out myself the entire evening. As things were winding down, one of the waitresses asked if I wanted anything else to drink? I told her I wanted the gayest drink she could muster. Folks at my table (and those nearby, chiming in!) told her to put it in a long-stemmed glass. The biggest she could find. With fruit. And one "of them little umbrellas".
She returned with some horrid pink concotion. She apologized profusely for the lack of an umbrella. They were out. She did, however, mention that, "I made up for it by giving you extra fruit!" How adorable. I was finally floored for the evening by the gay pink drink in the long-stemmed glass with the umbrella-less fruit.
Slept at the same co-workers house. Did my best to keep her fold-out bed from flying off the floor into the ceiling, as the entire room was somehow managing to spin at incredible speeds all night. We had semi-awkward co-worker pancakes in the morning. There are some people I'm truly going to miss when I leave this job in 5 or 6 months.
And, to round off my half-finished weekend of total drunken foolishness... Pietasters concert tonight. It's nice having some hometown heroes-hit-big. We wind up going to at-least 3 or 4 Pietasters shows each year. This was their, "sorry we fucked up and missed Halloween" show. 90 minutes of pure skankalicious dancing 'n good times.
No boot incidents.
I'm still very much inebriated right now.
giggles:
nice battle wound
tastycorpse666:
Certainly is not the first time I have been cut.