i dont know why i even try anymore.
last night we went to the warehouse party on first...kind of. the fucking douchebag door guys agreed to give us a "deal" and only charge us $5 each for all 7 of us(it was advertised and being $5)...the fuckers had started charging people $10! anyways so we had a big arguement and by the time he agreed to let us in for $5 each, we were basically at the point of 'fuck-you' and left to go to stacked, where i had some sweet guestlist action...but really, we should have just stayed at the warehouse.
went to stacked, everybody got in (sorry you had to pay, jes) and we went to get drinks, i got a glass of water and started drinking it and shortly after, barfed in the bartender sink. i was immediately asked to leave. sigh. i wasnt even that fucked up. well, i guess i was a bit. really, i should have just gone into a dark corner and puked into my empty glass, but i though id be 'polite' and puke in the sink. ha ha.
that was pretty much the end of the night. im sorry things didnt work out, people-who-were-with-me.
fuck birthdays, and fuck hallowe'en. i hate you.