i'm out of ciggarettes...
today has been a friggin great day for me. i'm giddy i can't sleep.
but i think i'll start from the beginning of my weekend and go from there.
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Friday was a holiday, and being that the post office gives us all national holidays off. lil' ol' me got to sleep in. thursday night my parents had left for key west. so i woke up really well rested from getting to crash in the humungo queen size bed they have. normally i get to sleep in a little metal twin POS in the den. for the record... moving back in with your parents...BLOWS. so i get the house to myself most of the day i just piss around and BS until i go to band practice. Jay, my favorite doorman from The Brass Mug, comes over and details my car. which was nice since i haven't washed the damned thing since i got it lmao...
i get to band practice and we have one of the best practices so far. everyone just sounded more together than before. it's just a great high when you can hear your own band get the songs tight. especially since it's been so long for me. and even longer for my drummer and guitarist. practice ends a little early because a couple of the guys are headed to a kegger. sweet. i leave practice and grab damon for a drinking buddy and designated driver, then run off to The Brass Mug. we get there and my favey bartender there is working. rock on. i order a beer,...... and her responce is, "We're out of that.", then i ask for a different beer,"hun, we're out of just about all my beer..." she had like 3 piss brands of beer and liquer. so i opt for liquer. about 4 rum and cokes later she proceeds to tell me she has this drink she's invented called an "Oh"... because it's damn potent lol. it's like a long island with all her top shelf shit and some fruit juices and grenadine. so i have one... it was fucking GOOD! about an hour later i get another one. which i drink a little too fast since i'm engrossed in playing photohunt on the game machines with Glen and Nora. lol. i basically chugged the shit. about the time i'm finishing it, Damon walks up to me and says that we have to leave. so i'm drunk and don't give a shit, whatever .. we leave and half way home i realize i'm not seeing double.. i'm seeing quadruple. so i call my brother to pick me up from damon's house because denny's just isn't going to kill this buzz i got going. while waiting for chase to get there i get sick all over the front steps lol. by the time my brother got there i don't even think i could keep my eyes open. and i remember saying "she got the right name for those drinks, you go from 'Oh'.. to 'Ouuugghh'" haha. i was wasted.
the next moring i wake up at 6... proceed to fight with my brother to get his ass out of bed. it takes an hour.. i'm already late for work and not only is my head feel like it's going to explode.. i have to work my route and my father's since he's out of town....great. so i get to the route and realize...I'M STILL DRUNK! haha. so i try not to talk to anyone at the office and keep my head down and just look like i hate mornings. which i do. but since i haven't been to that post office in a few months everyone and their mother keeps coming up and asking me how i've been and where dad is and bleh bleh bleh. and they all thought it was hilarious that i was hung over because i found out that half of the office was too lol. everyone went out to party on friday night. so that makes me feel a little better. the mail is heavy for the day so i get out of there about 2 hours later than i should have. after this my stomach is hating me, so i have to stop to get something to eat although i REALLY don't have time. i eat. it makes me feel better. i drink a half gallon of gaterade. i'll put it this way. i was so dehydrated from the night before that i didn't even pee that whole day. hahaha. i think it's hilarious now, but i was hating life at the time. but anyway, i feel better and head over to internaitonal plaza. the first route was residential. my normal route is a business route. they had THREE fucking time the amount of mail they normally get. it was fucking retarded. i'm almost in tears because i realize that i won't be making it back to the office until close to 8pm if i go faster than i've ever gone before. luckily, the another girl i work with offered to take a couple of the businesses' mail over to them to save me about an hour. so now i'm looking at 7pm if i'm lucky as fuck. so i haul ass out of there. i get to the mall and look into their mail room and see this MOUNTAIN of phone books in front of all their mail boxes. and i'm thinking to myself 'great, it's going to take me that hour just to move 200 phone books out of my way.'. i'm fucking crying now. i call dad and tell him what's going on. and he lets me know that if the boxes are obstructed than we don't have to deliver to them and just take the mail back to the office. so with that i haul ass outta there and head to the second half of my route. i was like a hot latin wind man hahaha (i love sealab). did the business apartments (yeah it doesn't make much sense to me calling them that either).. and get back to the post office about 5pm. i wrap up my review and get home almost 6. by which time i got to remember that i was still hungover.. shawn from maliki calls me and asks me if my band wants to play their show on february 18th. i let him know i gotta confirm it with the band but we should be ready to play by then. hang up.. take an excessivly long shower (that was the best shower of my freekin life). get dressed, do my make up and jet out of the house.
now normally i wouldn't go out drinking two nights in a row, but saturday night was the big samash.com show. my drummer works for same ash, and every band that played that night, atleast on member, and some the whole band worked for sam ash dot com. we would have played had we had more than 3 songs ready. anyway, natually my band wants to be fashionably late. and i could not handle drinking anymore liquer lol. luckily after a while a couple kegs of bud light showed up. so i bought a pitcher and proceed to take it very very very slow. i try to get everyone i know there to drink out of my pitcher just so i don't end up drinking the whole thing lol. finally my drummer, kyle shows up and he starts introducing me to all his work buddies as "his singer".. i never realized how much i missed being called these words until tonight. i usually introduce myself as a singer anyway, but to have someone claim me felt really good. i know it sounds stupid but it's been a loooooong time since i've been anyone's singer officially. not only was he introducing me but he was talking me up like crazy. i almost made him stop because a) i'm not used to it, and b) i really don't want to not live up to expectations. it helps when people don't know what to expect. but all the same i was radiated glee by then. after the first band played, hopesick, which was the first REAL punk band i've heard in a while. not that watered down good charlotte shit.. i'm talking real 'i don't give a fuck your mom' punk. they were awesome. but after they played my guitarist(josh) and bass player(matt), get there and i get everyone in a huddle. i tell them about the show we were asked to play and they are excited as fuck. we annouce it to any and everyone that we have a gig. most people said they would come but we'll see who actually does. it was just great, once a gain to be out promoting and hanging out with my band. I'VE MISSED IT SOOOOOO MUCH!! about 6 bands played total. the last one, Must...Not...Kill were fucking fantastic. just ripped my fucking face off. METAL!!!! then it made me sad that although they are good friends with Kyle we'll probably never play with them or a lot of the bands i'm friends with because they are all metal and hardcore.. and we're.... hard rock. we're radio friendly all the way. we got some heavy parts but we're not heavy enough to really win over many die hard metal fans. so it renders over half of my gigging contacts useless. i mean animosity wasn't heavy metal but we were still metal enough to play with the big guns. snatch rivet, this new band will get some big shows.. i know it.. but we won't be playing with metal bands most of the time. we're gonna end up playing with the emo/pop punk/commercial bands out there. it's an entirely different animal than i'm used to. i know really no one in that scene. but back to the mug, we chit chat for a while and then i drag kyle and his best friend steven to denny's with my to sober up before i drive home. it was a good end to a good night. the saddest part was that we had to keep hiding our beer and bringing it out to the car for my guitarist to be able to to drink since he got the "x's of doom" on his hands. poor kids only 19.
today mom and dad got back and they told me all about their trip. gave me a key west shot glass. i finished writing 2 more songs for the band and talked to my tinkers. which was the perfect end to a wild weekend. i hope that she can come down on new years. i would love to hang out with my best friend bringing in the new year...too bad angel is coming to town for thanksgiving and not new year. then my two favorite people in the world would be right there with me being complete drunk asses and i would be the happiest girl in the world. <3
holy fuck it's 4am. i gotta go to bed.
but i think i'll start from the beginning of my weekend and go from there.
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Friday was a holiday, and being that the post office gives us all national holidays off. lil' ol' me got to sleep in. thursday night my parents had left for key west. so i woke up really well rested from getting to crash in the humungo queen size bed they have. normally i get to sleep in a little metal twin POS in the den. for the record... moving back in with your parents...BLOWS. so i get the house to myself most of the day i just piss around and BS until i go to band practice. Jay, my favorite doorman from The Brass Mug, comes over and details my car. which was nice since i haven't washed the damned thing since i got it lmao...
i get to band practice and we have one of the best practices so far. everyone just sounded more together than before. it's just a great high when you can hear your own band get the songs tight. especially since it's been so long for me. and even longer for my drummer and guitarist. practice ends a little early because a couple of the guys are headed to a kegger. sweet. i leave practice and grab damon for a drinking buddy and designated driver, then run off to The Brass Mug. we get there and my favey bartender there is working. rock on. i order a beer,...... and her responce is, "We're out of that.", then i ask for a different beer,"hun, we're out of just about all my beer..." she had like 3 piss brands of beer and liquer. so i opt for liquer. about 4 rum and cokes later she proceeds to tell me she has this drink she's invented called an "Oh"... because it's damn potent lol. it's like a long island with all her top shelf shit and some fruit juices and grenadine. so i have one... it was fucking GOOD! about an hour later i get another one. which i drink a little too fast since i'm engrossed in playing photohunt on the game machines with Glen and Nora. lol. i basically chugged the shit. about the time i'm finishing it, Damon walks up to me and says that we have to leave. so i'm drunk and don't give a shit, whatever .. we leave and half way home i realize i'm not seeing double.. i'm seeing quadruple. so i call my brother to pick me up from damon's house because denny's just isn't going to kill this buzz i got going. while waiting for chase to get there i get sick all over the front steps lol. by the time my brother got there i don't even think i could keep my eyes open. and i remember saying "she got the right name for those drinks, you go from 'Oh'.. to 'Ouuugghh'" haha. i was wasted.
the next moring i wake up at 6... proceed to fight with my brother to get his ass out of bed. it takes an hour.. i'm already late for work and not only is my head feel like it's going to explode.. i have to work my route and my father's since he's out of town....great. so i get to the route and realize...I'M STILL DRUNK! haha. so i try not to talk to anyone at the office and keep my head down and just look like i hate mornings. which i do. but since i haven't been to that post office in a few months everyone and their mother keeps coming up and asking me how i've been and where dad is and bleh bleh bleh. and they all thought it was hilarious that i was hung over because i found out that half of the office was too lol. everyone went out to party on friday night. so that makes me feel a little better. the mail is heavy for the day so i get out of there about 2 hours later than i should have. after this my stomach is hating me, so i have to stop to get something to eat although i REALLY don't have time. i eat. it makes me feel better. i drink a half gallon of gaterade. i'll put it this way. i was so dehydrated from the night before that i didn't even pee that whole day. hahaha. i think it's hilarious now, but i was hating life at the time. but anyway, i feel better and head over to internaitonal plaza. the first route was residential. my normal route is a business route. they had THREE fucking time the amount of mail they normally get. it was fucking retarded. i'm almost in tears because i realize that i won't be making it back to the office until close to 8pm if i go faster than i've ever gone before. luckily, the another girl i work with offered to take a couple of the businesses' mail over to them to save me about an hour. so now i'm looking at 7pm if i'm lucky as fuck. so i haul ass out of there. i get to the mall and look into their mail room and see this MOUNTAIN of phone books in front of all their mail boxes. and i'm thinking to myself 'great, it's going to take me that hour just to move 200 phone books out of my way.'. i'm fucking crying now. i call dad and tell him what's going on. and he lets me know that if the boxes are obstructed than we don't have to deliver to them and just take the mail back to the office. so with that i haul ass outta there and head to the second half of my route. i was like a hot latin wind man hahaha (i love sealab). did the business apartments (yeah it doesn't make much sense to me calling them that either).. and get back to the post office about 5pm. i wrap up my review and get home almost 6. by which time i got to remember that i was still hungover.. shawn from maliki calls me and asks me if my band wants to play their show on february 18th. i let him know i gotta confirm it with the band but we should be ready to play by then. hang up.. take an excessivly long shower (that was the best shower of my freekin life). get dressed, do my make up and jet out of the house.
now normally i wouldn't go out drinking two nights in a row, but saturday night was the big samash.com show. my drummer works for same ash, and every band that played that night, atleast on member, and some the whole band worked for sam ash dot com. we would have played had we had more than 3 songs ready. anyway, natually my band wants to be fashionably late. and i could not handle drinking anymore liquer lol. luckily after a while a couple kegs of bud light showed up. so i bought a pitcher and proceed to take it very very very slow. i try to get everyone i know there to drink out of my pitcher just so i don't end up drinking the whole thing lol. finally my drummer, kyle shows up and he starts introducing me to all his work buddies as "his singer".. i never realized how much i missed being called these words until tonight. i usually introduce myself as a singer anyway, but to have someone claim me felt really good. i know it sounds stupid but it's been a loooooong time since i've been anyone's singer officially. not only was he introducing me but he was talking me up like crazy. i almost made him stop because a) i'm not used to it, and b) i really don't want to not live up to expectations. it helps when people don't know what to expect. but all the same i was radiated glee by then. after the first band played, hopesick, which was the first REAL punk band i've heard in a while. not that watered down good charlotte shit.. i'm talking real 'i don't give a fuck your mom' punk. they were awesome. but after they played my guitarist(josh) and bass player(matt), get there and i get everyone in a huddle. i tell them about the show we were asked to play and they are excited as fuck. we annouce it to any and everyone that we have a gig. most people said they would come but we'll see who actually does. it was just great, once a gain to be out promoting and hanging out with my band. I'VE MISSED IT SOOOOOO MUCH!! about 6 bands played total. the last one, Must...Not...Kill were fucking fantastic. just ripped my fucking face off. METAL!!!! then it made me sad that although they are good friends with Kyle we'll probably never play with them or a lot of the bands i'm friends with because they are all metal and hardcore.. and we're.... hard rock. we're radio friendly all the way. we got some heavy parts but we're not heavy enough to really win over many die hard metal fans. so it renders over half of my gigging contacts useless. i mean animosity wasn't heavy metal but we were still metal enough to play with the big guns. snatch rivet, this new band will get some big shows.. i know it.. but we won't be playing with metal bands most of the time. we're gonna end up playing with the emo/pop punk/commercial bands out there. it's an entirely different animal than i'm used to. i know really no one in that scene. but back to the mug, we chit chat for a while and then i drag kyle and his best friend steven to denny's with my to sober up before i drive home. it was a good end to a good night. the saddest part was that we had to keep hiding our beer and bringing it out to the car for my guitarist to be able to to drink since he got the "x's of doom" on his hands. poor kids only 19.
today mom and dad got back and they told me all about their trip. gave me a key west shot glass. i finished writing 2 more songs for the band and talked to my tinkers. which was the perfect end to a wild weekend. i hope that she can come down on new years. i would love to hang out with my best friend bringing in the new year...too bad angel is coming to town for thanksgiving and not new year. then my two favorite people in the world would be right there with me being complete drunk asses and i would be the happiest girl in the world. <3
holy fuck it's 4am. i gotta go to bed.