oh, janell...
why do you think you are so much cooler/ smater/ hotter/ more athletic/ more together than you really are?
while i am the dopeness, and need no one to confim that for me, i let me get to my head somrtimes. after the madness that was virgin fest** on saturday, i decided that i would make that 7:30 tee time. we had to get up at 6am to get the boys to their nanas and then to the course in time. we were amazingly on time. i had to rent clubs, they were reeaallyy nice and i think they improved my game. though truth be told i still played like ass. for some reason i was sore in wierd places, my heels and inner thighs, so i drove the cart everywhere. andy and matt played well, typical. i drank alot of budweiser and smoked a cigar that some nice old gent gave to me. by the tenth hole i was sauced and goosing andy. i birdied the fourteenth (par 4, thank you, though it was only 156 to the green, it dogleged). i bogeied or doubled the last four holes, no l.p.g.a. tours for me. ill edit this entry later to add pics, you dont want to miss me in my golf-core get up.
afterwards we went to andys parents for the rest of the day. sunday dinner, that i didnt have to cook! fun as always. i took a nap on the deck, it rained, i rolled over. still not sure why, but my legs and feet are so sore today.
lots of fun to be had. the beastie boys played "egg raid", fucking egg raid! i lost it . the set was fantastic, made day worth it (they did make and odd shoutour to laurel, wtf). amy winehouse was good, i was way back in the crowd and had to stop dancing due to dudes tring to freak. please not: make direct eye contact with a person before trying to dance or dryhump to the beat with her. do not just grab her from behind an yell' "awww yeah". dont get pissed when she elbows you. atleast i didnt have a shirt that said pussy on it, after a few hours of heearing people yelling pussy at the girls i started to feel for them.
the exibition scrimages went well. the area that the track was on did not own. but, ccrg is comprised of resourceful, tenacious broads. they literally left their asses on that asphalt (beatdown is a fucking trooper!). a good crownd was there for each go round even though the area was a bitout of the way from the music and main area. i got ot ill it with alot o the girls that i typically don ill it with, which was nice.
i didnt drink alot. it was too hot for drunkedness and beers were $8 a pop. i had a few. the police were awesome, really happy to see them live. modest mouse owned it! they played some stuff from their new album that i havent heard but they also played alot of older stuff.
while i did have an awesome time, i would not have paid $100 for it. call me old or lame, but wandering around in the baking sun for ten hours is not my idea of fun anymore. i was immensely thankful for the air conditioned dressing area.