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Well, so far I have been a liar about the writing an entry every day or so. But, in order for me to do that I'd have to be home. Once shit settles down and I dont have cool things to write about that have happened more recently I swear I'll start writing about tour. But, its not like any of you really give a shit anyways.
Friday started off slow, nothing but phone calls and train rides trying to find out what the fuck was going on for the evening. Finally, around 9pm I ended up at someone's new apartment and began the pregaming. Six or so drinks later we arrive at a party where I get charged five bucks. Let me tell you, this party was wank as fuck. It was some cum dumpster's birthday party and she was being a total bitch about it. Once I got inside I was greeted by a fog machine AND cigarette smoke. Now, I've smoked since the age of 7 and that shit was wayyy too fucking intense for me. After about 30-45 minutes this place was packed full of scene trash. With all the people talking and the shitty dj, you couldnt hear a thing. But, the best part of all was the 30 minute line for a fucking beer. So I bailed out of there pretty quick, walked down the street and hit up a much more low-key party. This party was a total sausage fest but there was better beer(free too) with no line. This party also had home-made slasa and brownies. The brownies may or may not have been special, but I had too much to drink to notice.
Saturday I went to see the Sox with THE HOTTEST BABE IN AMERICA. I don't know how she felt about hanging out with me because I totally smelled bad the entire time. You're probably asking "why the hell didnt you bathe or put on some Axe or something?" Well my friend, I was quite clean smelling before I shit myself with excitement because I was about to hangout with THE HOTTEST BABE IN AMERICA. That, combined with the sun, turned me into a used diaper left in the parking lot at the beach. Well, the Sox stunk worse than I did that night so maybe my poo smell was not detected. After that I ended up at yet another disappointing party. Free this time, but no alcohol. There was also a dj and all the same scene trash I saw the night before but with one special guest, Johnny Love. That is always a sure sign you are at a wicked shitty party. So, I walked across the street and drank free beer and met awesome people. I occasionally walked back to the other party to see how a few of my friends were doing. They kept asking me where the hell I was getting beer and I kept saying "keg is downstairs bro". People fell for this for well over an hour and no one figured out I was RIGHT ACROSS THE FUCKING STREET. Well, I ended drinking until 6-630am then I walked a girl home whos name I never got. Then, I got lost on my way back because I was too drunk to think. So, I ened up walking for at least an hour until I got to the Damen stop on the blue line. I kept passing out but I always managed to get on or off at the stop I needed to. Finally I arrived where I was staying at around 730? but Scott wasnt home yet so I laid down in front of his building and slept until he woke me up and took me inside.
That was it for this weekend.
Friday started off slow, nothing but phone calls and train rides trying to find out what the fuck was going on for the evening. Finally, around 9pm I ended up at someone's new apartment and began the pregaming. Six or so drinks later we arrive at a party where I get charged five bucks. Let me tell you, this party was wank as fuck. It was some cum dumpster's birthday party and she was being a total bitch about it. Once I got inside I was greeted by a fog machine AND cigarette smoke. Now, I've smoked since the age of 7 and that shit was wayyy too fucking intense for me. After about 30-45 minutes this place was packed full of scene trash. With all the people talking and the shitty dj, you couldnt hear a thing. But, the best part of all was the 30 minute line for a fucking beer. So I bailed out of there pretty quick, walked down the street and hit up a much more low-key party. This party was a total sausage fest but there was better beer(free too) with no line. This party also had home-made slasa and brownies. The brownies may or may not have been special, but I had too much to drink to notice.
Saturday I went to see the Sox with THE HOTTEST BABE IN AMERICA. I don't know how she felt about hanging out with me because I totally smelled bad the entire time. You're probably asking "why the hell didnt you bathe or put on some Axe or something?" Well my friend, I was quite clean smelling before I shit myself with excitement because I was about to hangout with THE HOTTEST BABE IN AMERICA. That, combined with the sun, turned me into a used diaper left in the parking lot at the beach. Well, the Sox stunk worse than I did that night so maybe my poo smell was not detected. After that I ended up at yet another disappointing party. Free this time, but no alcohol. There was also a dj and all the same scene trash I saw the night before but with one special guest, Johnny Love. That is always a sure sign you are at a wicked shitty party. So, I walked across the street and drank free beer and met awesome people. I occasionally walked back to the other party to see how a few of my friends were doing. They kept asking me where the hell I was getting beer and I kept saying "keg is downstairs bro". People fell for this for well over an hour and no one figured out I was RIGHT ACROSS THE FUCKING STREET. Well, I ended drinking until 6-630am then I walked a girl home whos name I never got. Then, I got lost on my way back because I was too drunk to think. So, I ened up walking for at least an hour until I got to the Damen stop on the blue line. I kept passing out but I always managed to get on or off at the stop I needed to. Finally I arrived where I was staying at around 730? but Scott wasnt home yet so I laid down in front of his building and slept until he woke me up and took me inside.
That was it for this weekend.