ever see a man take a shit on the side of the highway after driving for 7 straight hours?
well we just got our cable back again... i think sbc keeps fucking us over to make sure we're still alive over here maybe. what ever.
So yea i had the most amazing road trip to new york with my uncle john and his best freind dan last weekend. first night we arrived in new york at like 8.30 pm. went to the bar, "the House Of Brews", met the gang (all actors and musicians: michael lanning wrote for george harrison and eric clapton), went to a gay bar (simply becuase it had a house piano that took show tune requests and seeing that how everyone my uncle knows out there is into theatre, they enjoy that kind of thing.). met a girl named erin there, at the gay bar, had an amazing kiss out side in the snow at night under a street light, freaking cabby stopped and yelled "hey romeo and juliet, get in here". hung out with her back at dan's apartment, watched mr. show and smoked some medically licensed grade one hitter quitter smoke till 6 in the morning. sleep. day two: i had curry chicken for breakfast, walked around the city all day. saw a play called Dirty Rotten Scoundrels starring John Lithgow, pretty funny. and then ended up at the house of brews again. Went back to michael's apartment, watched some more mr. show and smoked some more of the same amazing stuff. sleep. Last Day: went to the Museum of Modern Art and saw a whole shit load of original dali stuff. it was amazing, i thought alot of his paintings would be bigger. then i got a mysterious 212 area coded phone call. i answer it and it turns out it's erin. she's like hey, i know it's your last night, wondering if you wanna meet up for a drink later. so she met me at the house of brews that night at like 11. my uncle john and dan went home at like 12.15 which gave me and erin the night to ourselves. she took me to this bar called jake's dilerium in midtown i beleive. it's was a great bar, reminded me of the loop in canada only with heavier music and they were showing adult swim on a large screen projector. and 3 molsons and 3 rum and cokes later at 3 am i relize i gotta be back at the apartment by 4.30 where a car will take me to the airport, my flight leaves at like 6. so we down another drink and just enjoying each others company and the conversations we had about life and art and music and everythings clicking. she rode in the cab with me back to the apartment and made it in the door to the apartment at 4.15 am. good bye kiss... stumble onto the plane a 1/3 drunk at 5.30 am, pass out on the way home, get in the car and drive to school where i fail to make an apearance in my drawing 2 class.
on the plus side... im glad to know i got someone to meet up with when i go out to new york this summer. she called me on thursday of last week and told me that she was putting something in the mail for me on friday. it was just an amazing trip all around. good company, good beer, good dope, good girls. New York's the town for me man. whose going with me over break?
Not really relating to anything: musical genious, michael lanning agrees with me, and i quote "...Brian Wilson's Smile was the album of the year in 2004." exact fucking words. exact.
i've got more shit to write but not enough time...
meow
awesumo
So yea i had the most amazing road trip to new york with my uncle john and his best freind dan last weekend. first night we arrived in new york at like 8.30 pm. went to the bar, "the House Of Brews", met the gang (all actors and musicians: michael lanning wrote for george harrison and eric clapton), went to a gay bar (simply becuase it had a house piano that took show tune requests and seeing that how everyone my uncle knows out there is into theatre, they enjoy that kind of thing.). met a girl named erin there, at the gay bar, had an amazing kiss out side in the snow at night under a street light, freaking cabby stopped and yelled "hey romeo and juliet, get in here". hung out with her back at dan's apartment, watched mr. show and smoked some medically licensed grade one hitter quitter smoke till 6 in the morning. sleep. day two: i had curry chicken for breakfast, walked around the city all day. saw a play called Dirty Rotten Scoundrels starring John Lithgow, pretty funny. and then ended up at the house of brews again. Went back to michael's apartment, watched some more mr. show and smoked some more of the same amazing stuff. sleep. Last Day: went to the Museum of Modern Art and saw a whole shit load of original dali stuff. it was amazing, i thought alot of his paintings would be bigger. then i got a mysterious 212 area coded phone call. i answer it and it turns out it's erin. she's like hey, i know it's your last night, wondering if you wanna meet up for a drink later. so she met me at the house of brews that night at like 11. my uncle john and dan went home at like 12.15 which gave me and erin the night to ourselves. she took me to this bar called jake's dilerium in midtown i beleive. it's was a great bar, reminded me of the loop in canada only with heavier music and they were showing adult swim on a large screen projector. and 3 molsons and 3 rum and cokes later at 3 am i relize i gotta be back at the apartment by 4.30 where a car will take me to the airport, my flight leaves at like 6. so we down another drink and just enjoying each others company and the conversations we had about life and art and music and everythings clicking. she rode in the cab with me back to the apartment and made it in the door to the apartment at 4.15 am. good bye kiss... stumble onto the plane a 1/3 drunk at 5.30 am, pass out on the way home, get in the car and drive to school where i fail to make an apearance in my drawing 2 class.
on the plus side... im glad to know i got someone to meet up with when i go out to new york this summer. she called me on thursday of last week and told me that she was putting something in the mail for me on friday. it was just an amazing trip all around. good company, good beer, good dope, good girls. New York's the town for me man. whose going with me over break?
Not really relating to anything: musical genious, michael lanning agrees with me, and i quote "...Brian Wilson's Smile was the album of the year in 2004." exact fucking words. exact.
i've got more shit to write but not enough time...
meow
awesumo