Nov 01, 2004 20:03
My halloween started about three weeks ago when i went to the grocery store, bought a pumpkin, carved it, watched it die the next day a few weeks short of Halloween (but it was still pretty). With that being said lets get on to the important stuff:
On friday i was in san diego, and got wasted wasted wasted, i would say more but dont remember. Saturday I dressed up as a firefighter....Matt punk, i would appreciate it if you sent me photos so that i can change my icon to that picture. We went to some party, got drunk, i changed costumes with some guy dressed up as tom cruise in risky business, and proceeded to tell the guy that i thought he was ugly too his face. All i did at the party was pee and then go to the bar and get drinks. Yet i had the best time. I didnt really talk to anyone and the party is they type i would usually hate because it was a bunch of queeny ass skinny little "homosexuals" which must have been heaven for matt punk.
Sunday was my favorite. The night started out on a sour note. I heard we were taking public transportation out to the bars. I cried and begged for something more civil, such as a chopper or a chartered plane. After prepartying at Matt punks luxury mansion we went over to the bus station. I was all nervous and like had to pee and didnt know what to expect, and the sad part is, that it was worse than i expected and ill tell you why that is. At first i was like, this is cool, cause we were the only ones on the bus, but then the bus in front of us broke down so we had to pick up all the broken down folks that cant afford cars and our bus was absoulely packed, ughhh (later in the night someone introduced themselves to me, and i didnt shake their hand and he was like why wont you shake my hand, and i was like dude, you dont want to shake my hand....i rode public transportation today haha.) Anyways, Santa Monica BLVD was packed, and all the bars had lines so we went to our favorite hang out trunks which is a getto old man bar but that has cheap yet stiff drinks. Once we got in, we all got wasted, nick made out with the entire world as usual, David Schwimmer stole a case of heineken from the bar because they left it under the pool table which i believe means they were asking us to take it. Lets see what else, oh there was a lot of hearting going on, we said hello to Holly twelve GBP over the phone left the bar to go drink our beer in the alley (oh my god we are so white trash, maybe i do fit in with folks on the bus) and got pizza. I was the only one that continued drinking, nick passed out, but i didnt want him to stop having fun, so i kepy pouring beer in to his mouth and hearting him, even though he was no longer capable of staying awake, but thats unimportant to me because whether my friends are mentally present or not is not the deciding factor in their ability to continue drinking and partying. So i took a cab home, everyone else took the bus, except nick, who got left behind to walk because matt thought erica had him and erica thought matt had him and someone how nick in his drunken state walked about three miles, unbelievable that he did it to me, because as i said earlier he was passed out. This entry is long im done
Love aaron thomas gale