The rain has fallen heavy and hard on Atown. Dry spell = officially over.
I hate subject lines now.
They're too misleading.
ha.
What is new, what is new.
The hope con boys were in town on wed. we ate good food, and they made stupid jokes, as usual.
The show was hilarious. Kevin was wishing Brandon, the roadie, a happy birthday..and whilst holding a bag of confetti...fell completely off into the crowd face first, spraying confetti into everyone's eyes. I don't think I've laughed so hard at a show in my life. Later, he fell off into BSF's equiptment. He was qouted as saying "FUCK IT! IM DRUNK! LETS MOSH!" -priceless. BoySetsFire was good. I've never been a big fan. but they sounded really good to me at the show. Could've been the gin...doubtful. but possible.
We sat outside on their amps, smoking KB out of a broken pipe with some kid who was hopping trains and following the tour around. He gave Kevin a railroad spike signed "to a cool dude", and we pitched the pipe at someone's car....laughing hysterically. I think the guy may have actually been in love with Kevin. Jessica and I got into our usual drunken stupor fight over who loves women. I said I hated them, and she of course began screaming. She left, Roberto left (I don't blame him), and the show afterwards seemed gay...Everyone kind of went their seperate ways. Nathan hung around with us after their set was over, and we took off.
Kevin, Nate, and me went walking down 6th street, shitfaced...in search of more booze..realizing at the first attempt to enter a bar that Nathan had left his ID on the bus..which had already left for the motel. SO, he had to cab it back to the ritzy motel 6 to pick it up. Leaving Kevin and I to play Galaga. I won once...but he kicked my ass the second game. stupid boys. Nathan showed back up, and we spent our last dollars on the jukebox. I refused to buy drinks anymore. So they , of course, without listening to my plea to quit drinking, bought me a few. My blush wine came to the table tasting terrible, so Kevin went back to the bar bitching. It was no big deal, I didn't really want it anyway. but he came back with yet another glass, and I attempted to drink it...half way through, I realize I'm getting sick. So, I casually lean over the table and say to them both..
"If you'll excuse me. I'm feeling a bit ill. I'm going to go handle some business, and I'll be right back."
After puking up about 2 drinks worth of alcohol, I felt much better and we continued playing jukebox songs(mostly AC/DC and Stevie Wonder), yelling, standing on our chairs flipping the bird, and kevin and I danced to "don't you worry 'bout a thing" in front of the jukebox at casino. I sang them some ladytron "the boy I know, knows a pretty girl in every town..and the way they look...they were made to let each other dowwwwwn." They both went "pssshhh" and rolled their eyes. liars. Nathan was drunk, and God bless him, he kept telling me I was the most amazing, beautiful girl he'd ever met. Which of course, no matter how drunk someone is, never gets old. haha. I was being showered with attention that night. Good times. Nights like those are few and fucking far between.
That's pretty much it. Roberto needs to call me, and take me for some coffee. I'm feeling a bit weighted down.
Hopefully it will rain more in my world. The water sure felt nice.
<3 amber.
They're too misleading.
ha.
What is new, what is new.
The hope con boys were in town on wed. we ate good food, and they made stupid jokes, as usual.
The show was hilarious. Kevin was wishing Brandon, the roadie, a happy birthday..and whilst holding a bag of confetti...fell completely off into the crowd face first, spraying confetti into everyone's eyes. I don't think I've laughed so hard at a show in my life. Later, he fell off into BSF's equiptment. He was qouted as saying "FUCK IT! IM DRUNK! LETS MOSH!" -priceless. BoySetsFire was good. I've never been a big fan. but they sounded really good to me at the show. Could've been the gin...doubtful. but possible.
We sat outside on their amps, smoking KB out of a broken pipe with some kid who was hopping trains and following the tour around. He gave Kevin a railroad spike signed "to a cool dude", and we pitched the pipe at someone's car....laughing hysterically. I think the guy may have actually been in love with Kevin. Jessica and I got into our usual drunken stupor fight over who loves women. I said I hated them, and she of course began screaming. She left, Roberto left (I don't blame him), and the show afterwards seemed gay...Everyone kind of went their seperate ways. Nathan hung around with us after their set was over, and we took off.
Kevin, Nate, and me went walking down 6th street, shitfaced...in search of more booze..realizing at the first attempt to enter a bar that Nathan had left his ID on the bus..which had already left for the motel. SO, he had to cab it back to the ritzy motel 6 to pick it up. Leaving Kevin and I to play Galaga. I won once...but he kicked my ass the second game. stupid boys. Nathan showed back up, and we spent our last dollars on the jukebox. I refused to buy drinks anymore. So they , of course, without listening to my plea to quit drinking, bought me a few. My blush wine came to the table tasting terrible, so Kevin went back to the bar bitching. It was no big deal, I didn't really want it anyway. but he came back with yet another glass, and I attempted to drink it...half way through, I realize I'm getting sick. So, I casually lean over the table and say to them both..
"If you'll excuse me. I'm feeling a bit ill. I'm going to go handle some business, and I'll be right back."
After puking up about 2 drinks worth of alcohol, I felt much better and we continued playing jukebox songs(mostly AC/DC and Stevie Wonder), yelling, standing on our chairs flipping the bird, and kevin and I danced to "don't you worry 'bout a thing" in front of the jukebox at casino. I sang them some ladytron "the boy I know, knows a pretty girl in every town..and the way they look...they were made to let each other dowwwwwn." They both went "pssshhh" and rolled their eyes. liars. Nathan was drunk, and God bless him, he kept telling me I was the most amazing, beautiful girl he'd ever met. Which of course, no matter how drunk someone is, never gets old. haha. I was being showered with attention that night. Good times. Nights like those are few and fucking far between.
That's pretty much it. Roberto needs to call me, and take me for some coffee. I'm feeling a bit weighted down.
Hopefully it will rain more in my world. The water sure felt nice.
<3 amber.