There are two things I do fast : Drinking, and driving
I showed up with sweaty arm pits and three warm beers. I was ready to party. I told everyone.
So we chugged those beers out of some frosty mugs and headed out with a flask full of rum. We headed out to do some serious backseat drinking, all the way to Tacoma. Even the driver was sipping on the Rossi. Safety is for pussies.
So we got to the show and saw some familliar faces, sang along, and everyone got drunker and drunker while I was out on the street, alone. Damn you 1986. Again and again and again.
So finally we round up the troops and decide who is the most sober for the long drive home. Claire wins. We made it downtown alive. Phew.
So we stumble our way down 2nd ave yelling and slurring and we are met out on the street by two men.
"Time to get fodies"
Sure is. Who knows what happened next.
So we ended up back at the apartment with pabst and candy talking about nothing and everyone was edgey.
Then everybody started talking about sleeping arangements and I started freaking out like Corey Feildman. I decided I was going to sleep in a window sill, two stories above the empty streets of Seattle. I sat, and pouted, and spit. To see how high up I really was. I was up high.
Soon the negotiaters came. "Why are you mad?" I told everybody to go make out and leave me in the hall to die. Then I fell onto the ground.
Before I knew it I was laying down trying to watch some weird zombie movie, but the room wouldn't stop spinning. Stupid room.
I made it home in one piece and I was greeted by the sweetest five o'clock shadow I've ever seen. Right out on the side walk.
Today I realized I have it really good.
So we chugged those beers out of some frosty mugs and headed out with a flask full of rum. We headed out to do some serious backseat drinking, all the way to Tacoma. Even the driver was sipping on the Rossi. Safety is for pussies.
So we got to the show and saw some familliar faces, sang along, and everyone got drunker and drunker while I was out on the street, alone. Damn you 1986. Again and again and again.
So finally we round up the troops and decide who is the most sober for the long drive home. Claire wins. We made it downtown alive. Phew.
So we stumble our way down 2nd ave yelling and slurring and we are met out on the street by two men.
"Time to get fodies"
Sure is. Who knows what happened next.
So we ended up back at the apartment with pabst and candy talking about nothing and everyone was edgey.
Then everybody started talking about sleeping arangements and I started freaking out like Corey Feildman. I decided I was going to sleep in a window sill, two stories above the empty streets of Seattle. I sat, and pouted, and spit. To see how high up I really was. I was up high.
Soon the negotiaters came. "Why are you mad?" I told everybody to go make out and leave me in the hall to die. Then I fell onto the ground.
Before I knew it I was laying down trying to watch some weird zombie movie, but the room wouldn't stop spinning. Stupid room.
I made it home in one piece and I was greeted by the sweetest five o'clock shadow I've ever seen. Right out on the side walk.
Today I realized I have it really good.