Hmm, so I haven't updated in a while. I guess I've just been really busy. I'll recap the last few days starting with Friday night:
Friday morning I get a message on MySpace from my bud Nikki. Apparently the twins (Emo and Nate) are having a birthday kegger. Nate is wolfwood and Nick's roomate, therfore it will be held at their house. I arrive early to assure that I will get a good parking spot... Like right next to the house... Which is exactly where I park. I am happy, because I usually have to walk three or four blocks to get to the house from where I park.
I walk up the stairs and knock on the door. Someone answers the door (the memory has been smoked away) and I enter. Sitting around for a few hours before the party starts, not much happens, so I'm going to skip the next few hours. Tralala!
Okay, so the first people begin to pour into the party and begin drinking. I had decided earlier in the day that I would not drink much... But in light of the recent loss of job, I decide that tonight it will be okay for me to get quite drunk. I begin drinking.
The night goes on, I get progressively drunker, and the party moves on well into the early hours of the next morning. wolfwood and I kick everyone out around three, and clean up a bit. I pass out on her bedroom floor. Comfy.
Saturday morning was spent cleaning up some more, and Nick and I hitting up the "legalize Marijuana" thing going on downtown. It was a good time until my body realized that I thought so. It pulled me down off of my cloud and slammed me face-first on the ground and demanded to know what I was doing not being hungover. The next hour and a half were spent with me not talking for fear of feeling worse, but not telling Nick that I was just going to head back to his place and take me a nap because I didn't want to ruin the good time. We hang out for a while, drop by Nate's work and smoke some reefer, and have a time that would have been considered good by anyone not massively hungover. I eventually cave and inform them that I will be napping until I feel better. We head back to the apartment and I crash on wolfwood's bed, because it's comfortable and she's at work.
Waking up two or so hours later, I exit wolfwood's room and Nick and I smoke up a little and jam out for a bit on the guitar that Alexei left there (long side-story of the weekend that I may or may not tell later... I really don't feel like going back to edit it into the first few paragraphs). Not a whole lot more happens Saturday night, and I eventually end up going home to take a shower, because I'm very stinky at this point and I don't like not looking good.
Sunday morning was spent sleeping. I ended up pulling out of bed by one so I could catch the last bit of my neighbor's daughter, Emma's 19th birthday party. She's cool shit, so I hang out there until around three-thirty and then I drive back down to wolfwood's house to catch the make-up birthday kegger, since Nate's ex, Sarah, decided to show up at the first one with her shady friends and ruin it/steal things.
The party didn't start until around nine, so Nikki, and I hung out for a while, with wolfwood making special appearances once in a while, taking breaks from her homework due the next day. The party goes as expected. People show up, Sarah and her shady friends do not. I don't get drunk, because I don't like me when I'm that way. wolfwood and I take Pansy on a couple walks around the neighborhood and have some nice talks. I end up crashing there and promising wolfwood that Nick and I will clean in the morning.
We do, and the house looks somewhat nice once again. Monday was spent watching Final Fantasy 7: Advent Children, smoking, and lounging around. Not much happened, probably because Nikki and I were both pretty burned out. I know I was, at least. I ended up making the final trip home at around two Tuesday morning, after discovering my ten dollar parking ticket. Oops.
Leave some love, children.
Friday morning I get a message on MySpace from my bud Nikki. Apparently the twins (Emo and Nate) are having a birthday kegger. Nate is wolfwood and Nick's roomate, therfore it will be held at their house. I arrive early to assure that I will get a good parking spot... Like right next to the house... Which is exactly where I park. I am happy, because I usually have to walk three or four blocks to get to the house from where I park.
I walk up the stairs and knock on the door. Someone answers the door (the memory has been smoked away) and I enter. Sitting around for a few hours before the party starts, not much happens, so I'm going to skip the next few hours. Tralala!
Okay, so the first people begin to pour into the party and begin drinking. I had decided earlier in the day that I would not drink much... But in light of the recent loss of job, I decide that tonight it will be okay for me to get quite drunk. I begin drinking.
The night goes on, I get progressively drunker, and the party moves on well into the early hours of the next morning. wolfwood and I kick everyone out around three, and clean up a bit. I pass out on her bedroom floor. Comfy.
Saturday morning was spent cleaning up some more, and Nick and I hitting up the "legalize Marijuana" thing going on downtown. It was a good time until my body realized that I thought so. It pulled me down off of my cloud and slammed me face-first on the ground and demanded to know what I was doing not being hungover. The next hour and a half were spent with me not talking for fear of feeling worse, but not telling Nick that I was just going to head back to his place and take me a nap because I didn't want to ruin the good time. We hang out for a while, drop by Nate's work and smoke some reefer, and have a time that would have been considered good by anyone not massively hungover. I eventually cave and inform them that I will be napping until I feel better. We head back to the apartment and I crash on wolfwood's bed, because it's comfortable and she's at work.
Waking up two or so hours later, I exit wolfwood's room and Nick and I smoke up a little and jam out for a bit on the guitar that Alexei left there (long side-story of the weekend that I may or may not tell later... I really don't feel like going back to edit it into the first few paragraphs). Not a whole lot more happens Saturday night, and I eventually end up going home to take a shower, because I'm very stinky at this point and I don't like not looking good.
Sunday morning was spent sleeping. I ended up pulling out of bed by one so I could catch the last bit of my neighbor's daughter, Emma's 19th birthday party. She's cool shit, so I hang out there until around three-thirty and then I drive back down to wolfwood's house to catch the make-up birthday kegger, since Nate's ex, Sarah, decided to show up at the first one with her shady friends and ruin it/steal things.
The party didn't start until around nine, so Nikki, and I hung out for a while, with wolfwood making special appearances once in a while, taking breaks from her homework due the next day. The party goes as expected. People show up, Sarah and her shady friends do not. I don't get drunk, because I don't like me when I'm that way. wolfwood and I take Pansy on a couple walks around the neighborhood and have some nice talks. I end up crashing there and promising wolfwood that Nick and I will clean in the morning.
We do, and the house looks somewhat nice once again. Monday was spent watching Final Fantasy 7: Advent Children, smoking, and lounging around. Not much happened, probably because Nikki and I were both pretty burned out. I know I was, at least. I ended up making the final trip home at around two Tuesday morning, after discovering my ten dollar parking ticket. Oops.
Leave some love, children.
VIEW 9 of 9 COMMENTS
song:
thank you for being another living tribute to burning the candle at both ends. rock on brother man. 
ash:
I cant believe you know zoe, thats rad. She was really good friends with my fiance back when they lived in texas, and when they moved here too, apparently. She expressed interest in doing SG, so I think I might be her photographer at some point, we'll see