im not stupid. i am imaginative.
excellent weekend period.
thursday: got mk calla drunk while she was in town visiting, caught up on all sorts of life talk. really good to see her for the first time in a year and 1/2. ate entirely too much yummy sushi.
friday: VACATION DAY! diner food, lots of lounging and then off to nyc with fatty and chris. pad thai @ republic!! french kicks kicked ass and then the last get up kids show was one big singalong. oh and my big bro decided to buy me drinks all night and get me drunk. lovely. then off to the ALK3 show. fun, yet disappointing setlist. same thing with every alk3 show ive ever been to. then my brother took my hand and walked me down the street to get a cab. it felt like i was 15 again when i visited him at college and he held my hand the entire time at my first college party. i like the idea of us becoming friends and that seems to be what is happening.
saturday: had to bail on my plans to go to northampton. but ended up going to the ideat village and sitting at chow from 5-9pm drinking pitchers of sangria. note to self: sangria might taste like juice, but it will get you retarded. around 8pm i went to the bathroom at chow, which has purple tinted lights. i looked in the mirror and the left side of my face was purple b/c of the lighting, however in my drunken state i thought i had an allergic reaction. ran out of the bathroom and proceeded to tell cj she needed to take me to the hospital cause i was sure that my face was 1/2 purple. after chow we were supposed to get a cab, but then i decided i wanted to run home and by home i mean to christopher martins. got to CMs had a beer and placed my sorry little head on the bar. finally cj was ready to go and as we were leaving we hear the owner brian, say "whoaa, someone is fucked up." i nod and then he tries to carry on a conversation with me except i had made the decision not to talk and decided to sign to him instead. of course it was just the sign for im drunk over and over again. done.
sunday: fix/clean the house all day. GET AIR CONDITIONING!! Go to CMs for dinner, end up staying til last call and getting home via piggyback ride. Once home, CJ has the brilliant idea to play beer pong, so i put on my pjs and beat her sorry ass before passing out.
i love my little life in the elm city. :)
thursday: got mk calla drunk while she was in town visiting, caught up on all sorts of life talk. really good to see her for the first time in a year and 1/2. ate entirely too much yummy sushi.
friday: VACATION DAY! diner food, lots of lounging and then off to nyc with fatty and chris. pad thai @ republic!! french kicks kicked ass and then the last get up kids show was one big singalong. oh and my big bro decided to buy me drinks all night and get me drunk. lovely. then off to the ALK3 show. fun, yet disappointing setlist. same thing with every alk3 show ive ever been to. then my brother took my hand and walked me down the street to get a cab. it felt like i was 15 again when i visited him at college and he held my hand the entire time at my first college party. i like the idea of us becoming friends and that seems to be what is happening.
saturday: had to bail on my plans to go to northampton. but ended up going to the ideat village and sitting at chow from 5-9pm drinking pitchers of sangria. note to self: sangria might taste like juice, but it will get you retarded. around 8pm i went to the bathroom at chow, which has purple tinted lights. i looked in the mirror and the left side of my face was purple b/c of the lighting, however in my drunken state i thought i had an allergic reaction. ran out of the bathroom and proceeded to tell cj she needed to take me to the hospital cause i was sure that my face was 1/2 purple. after chow we were supposed to get a cab, but then i decided i wanted to run home and by home i mean to christopher martins. got to CMs had a beer and placed my sorry little head on the bar. finally cj was ready to go and as we were leaving we hear the owner brian, say "whoaa, someone is fucked up." i nod and then he tries to carry on a conversation with me except i had made the decision not to talk and decided to sign to him instead. of course it was just the sign for im drunk over and over again. done.
sunday: fix/clean the house all day. GET AIR CONDITIONING!! Go to CMs for dinner, end up staying til last call and getting home via piggyback ride. Once home, CJ has the brilliant idea to play beer pong, so i put on my pjs and beat her sorry ass before passing out.
i love my little life in the elm city. :)