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Alcohol I planned on having tonight: 0
Alcohol I had tonight: A lot
Well tonight turned into an unprecedented third night in a row of drinking and debauchery.
I'm as shocked as you.
(And somehow still functional.)
Anyway, it all started with going over to a cast-mates to see the Barton Spring CC fireworks, which were today for some reason.
It was interesting, as I was standing there watching this fireworks. They were a very nice show, don't get me wrong; however, somehow they were very cold and clinical. They didn't hold a candle to standing around with friends watching Moss' show, with everyone oohing and aahing and giggle like little kids. It was amazing to realize the difference, and really very nice.
So thanks to all of you who shared those fireworks with me on the 4th.
After that, it was (eventually drunken) karaoke with a whole fucking passel of friends. We totally owned that bar. Singing and dancing and drinking and etc.ing all over the damn place. I got in some Black, some Suck My Kiss, and unfortunately ran out of time before any Ziggy could be had. But that's ok, because I sang the hell out of everyone else's song too.
And there was dancing. With girls and everything. Unfortunately those girls were of course with douches (or not with douches, in the case of Tara).
I also discovered that I am not a fan of microphones. If I try to sing at close mic level, my voice becomes wavery and unsupported. I suppose that's something I should work on, but in the meantime, the solution I discovered was to hold the mic away from my face and belt like I know how to do.
And then I sang the shit out of my Sad War Cry on the way home. We'll see if any of the words stick with me in the morning.
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So that's my story of tonight.
The End.
Alcohol I had tonight: A lot
Well tonight turned into an unprecedented third night in a row of drinking and debauchery.
I'm as shocked as you.
(And somehow still functional.)
Anyway, it all started with going over to a cast-mates to see the Barton Spring CC fireworks, which were today for some reason.
It was interesting, as I was standing there watching this fireworks. They were a very nice show, don't get me wrong; however, somehow they were very cold and clinical. They didn't hold a candle to standing around with friends watching Moss' show, with everyone oohing and aahing and giggle like little kids. It was amazing to realize the difference, and really very nice.
So thanks to all of you who shared those fireworks with me on the 4th.
After that, it was (eventually drunken) karaoke with a whole fucking passel of friends. We totally owned that bar. Singing and dancing and drinking and etc.ing all over the damn place. I got in some Black, some Suck My Kiss, and unfortunately ran out of time before any Ziggy could be had. But that's ok, because I sang the hell out of everyone else's song too.
And there was dancing. With girls and everything. Unfortunately those girls were of course with douches (or not with douches, in the case of Tara).
I also discovered that I am not a fan of microphones. If I try to sing at close mic level, my voice becomes wavery and unsupported. I suppose that's something I should work on, but in the meantime, the solution I discovered was to hold the mic away from my face and belt like I know how to do.
And then I sang the shit out of my Sad War Cry on the way home. We'll see if any of the words stick with me in the morning.
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So that's my story of tonight.
The End.