Jan 27, 2007 02:01
Holy shit
Over my winter break, I started working with this guy named Chris. He's just a couple years older than me but we share many of the same interests: Seinfeld, guitar, humor...etc...
So tonight is my second to last night in North Reading, so I made plans wiyh him. We went to a party that his friend from Wilmington threw. I popped two Xanax and we were on tyhe road. It was Wattos, Santos, Michelle Cappucci, Jersey and me. We got to this guy's house and there was no one there I recognized.
Me and Jersey ran the fucking Beirut table until eleven games later, but by then I was grateful for the opportunity to take it easy and mingle at my own leisure. Stewie, Samurai Dan and J-Sac showed up (to my surprise). After a game of quarters, I sat on a stool and just oboserved my surroundings. Michelle and me caught up on old times and traded barbs about how druhnk we were (I still am...foribfe my spelling)
I fucking killed at beirut tonight, and quarters too
Goddamn...I can bae;y6 type, I think I'm going to [;au sp,me guitar and go to bed e dentually