Barnstock news and a warning.
Hey kids... since 1) I hold the keys of Barnstock knowledge and 2)
everyone complains that I don't tell them what's happening, I thought
I'd get the facts straight on the status of Barnstock 4: A New Hope!
In an ineviatble twist of fate, Barnstock is yet again homeless, at least for the time being. It was supposed to be at Amanda's house on July 23rd. However, on Thursday night, some idiots (who shall remain nameless) got waaay too drunk, stayed waaay too late and wouldn't stop yelling and honking their fucking car horns whilst Amanda's mother was trying to sleep. (not to mention her neighbours... Eileen, if you're reading this, I'm sorry again)
So Amanda doesn't think that her mom is too keen on hosting a big concert in three weeks' time. This may change, but until then, we need alternate venues and we need them fast. Last year, it got left up to the last minute (I wonder who was responsible for that?) and the production suffered greatly as a result. Right now, Krauter is checking to see if Cedar Grove Community Centre is available, but we still need more ideas. I may have to push it back to the rain date of August 6, so don't make any plans for then if you can help it. THINK PEOPLE!
And while we're on the topic of drunken idiots...
DON'T FUCKING DRIVE DRUNK, DUMBASSES.
As I'm told, everyone left the party late on Thursday night and none of them were sober. That's right, my friends were actually drinking and then driving home, thinking that if they drove slowly, they'd be fine. Well guess what? THAT WAS A STUPID IDEA. By the grace of God, nobody got pulled over, crashed or got hurt. Amanda didn't know where everyone was when she woke up and was scared shitless because nobody was answering their phones. For some reason, this seems to be the new thing to do... the new pink, the new emo, or the new tattoo. And I'm not going to tolerate this horseshit. If I know anyone who is trying to drive home after partying like that I will take them down, toss their keys or slash their tires. I'm not kidding. I love you all and none of you deserve to become the next statistic. I don't care if "it's not that far", or "I've done it before", because they crammed all of this down our throats in high school and I don't want to have to be the next guest speaker at Brother Andre because you can swallow a 40oz, but can't swallow your pride.
And if you've got any sense in you, you should go right now and apologize to Amanda and her mother for your antics.
Peace.
In an ineviatble twist of fate, Barnstock is yet again homeless, at least for the time being. It was supposed to be at Amanda's house on July 23rd. However, on Thursday night, some idiots (who shall remain nameless) got waaay too drunk, stayed waaay too late and wouldn't stop yelling and honking their fucking car horns whilst Amanda's mother was trying to sleep. (not to mention her neighbours... Eileen, if you're reading this, I'm sorry again)
So Amanda doesn't think that her mom is too keen on hosting a big concert in three weeks' time. This may change, but until then, we need alternate venues and we need them fast. Last year, it got left up to the last minute (I wonder who was responsible for that?) and the production suffered greatly as a result. Right now, Krauter is checking to see if Cedar Grove Community Centre is available, but we still need more ideas. I may have to push it back to the rain date of August 6, so don't make any plans for then if you can help it. THINK PEOPLE!
And while we're on the topic of drunken idiots...
DON'T FUCKING DRIVE DRUNK, DUMBASSES.
As I'm told, everyone left the party late on Thursday night and none of them were sober. That's right, my friends were actually drinking and then driving home, thinking that if they drove slowly, they'd be fine. Well guess what? THAT WAS A STUPID IDEA. By the grace of God, nobody got pulled over, crashed or got hurt. Amanda didn't know where everyone was when she woke up and was scared shitless because nobody was answering their phones. For some reason, this seems to be the new thing to do... the new pink, the new emo, or the new tattoo. And I'm not going to tolerate this horseshit. If I know anyone who is trying to drive home after partying like that I will take them down, toss their keys or slash their tires. I'm not kidding. I love you all and none of you deserve to become the next statistic. I don't care if "it's not that far", or "I've done it before", because they crammed all of this down our throats in high school and I don't want to have to be the next guest speaker at Brother Andre because you can swallow a 40oz, but can't swallow your pride.
And if you've got any sense in you, you should go right now and apologize to Amanda and her mother for your antics.
Peace.