Jason and I road tripped to Atlanta on Friday to hang out with Josh, who runs the label that my new band is probably going to sign with. We made a good time out of it, pulling out old classics like holding up the "CANADA OR BUST!!! Eh?" sign to other motorists while traveling southbound on the highway. We were so coked out on energy drinks when we rolled up to the hotel at two in the morning (and twelve hours later) that we just HAD to get drunk on the beer that Josh had waiting for us.
On Saturday we got up way too early, and went out on the town. Good times were had by all. We were going to go see Ben Folds for free downtown that night, but by that time, we were all too tired to do anything but get drunk again (plus it was rainy, and it was an outside show). The three of us plowed through over thirty beers and half a fifth of whiskey (we're pretty tough).
The little girl staying in the room next to us came and talked to us with her cousin, who was our age. She was twelve years old, listened to Insane Clown Posse, kept talking about how hot Jason and I were, and had no cartilage in her nose. Why did she have no cartilage in her nose, you ask? Well, because when she was much younger, she saw Beavis and Butthead sticking batteries up their noses, and thought it looked like a swell idea. Apparently when she turns 18 she get's a free nose job (even though her nose doesn't look weird), and a whole shit load of money out of the deal. She really creeped me out because she was one of those kids with an "old soul." Like, when she talked, she seemed older than me. You know? *shudder*
We drove home all day yesterday, made a pit stop in Bloomington, saw Scott, ate at Applebees (which is apparently called "TJ Applebees" in Atlanta?), and then drove the rest of the way home.
Now I'm going to work. My uniform makes me look like a member of The Hives, and I like it.
On Saturday we got up way too early, and went out on the town. Good times were had by all. We were going to go see Ben Folds for free downtown that night, but by that time, we were all too tired to do anything but get drunk again (plus it was rainy, and it was an outside show). The three of us plowed through over thirty beers and half a fifth of whiskey (we're pretty tough).
The little girl staying in the room next to us came and talked to us with her cousin, who was our age. She was twelve years old, listened to Insane Clown Posse, kept talking about how hot Jason and I were, and had no cartilage in her nose. Why did she have no cartilage in her nose, you ask? Well, because when she was much younger, she saw Beavis and Butthead sticking batteries up their noses, and thought it looked like a swell idea. Apparently when she turns 18 she get's a free nose job (even though her nose doesn't look weird), and a whole shit load of money out of the deal. She really creeped me out because she was one of those kids with an "old soul." Like, when she talked, she seemed older than me. You know? *shudder*
We drove home all day yesterday, made a pit stop in Bloomington, saw Scott, ate at Applebees (which is apparently called "TJ Applebees" in Atlanta?), and then drove the rest of the way home.
Now I'm going to work. My uniform makes me look like a member of The Hives, and I like it.
minerva1:
That's an impressive amount of alcohol