buckethead

Sep 25, 2006 10:16

i havn't updated in quite a bit, i've started but i knew they were all fated to end up one line, 'this sucks' posts. so i refrained. when i'm old and decrepid with nothing better to do w/ my time but to reread this journal, this sucks won't cut it, being old and decrepid is going to suck, i would have been angry at my past boring self, and i can't have that.

I was Buckethead with Bill and let me tell you, you refering to my future decrepid self, it was pretty amazing. the last time I saw Buckethead it was by myself (not cool at all) and very very sober. This time however I was far from sober and I had someone to turn around and hit everytime Buckethead did something cool. Unfortuately I got a bit carried away with the not being sober, there was a very very long line when we got to the venue and Bill and I, were not very patient with that sort of thing, especially with a bar being a step away, so we ditched the lame line and got some lame drinks. very expensive purple lame drinks (lame becuase of the 20 bucks they cost us, thats 10 dollars a drink, which is so not cool). they were wonderful and I was more than tipsy by the time me left for the show. But thats not what the problem was, the problem was the bottle of pantene hair spray in my purse filled with jager. While I'm old enough to buy drinks at shows, I chose to remain skethy and do shots in the bathroom out of a hair spray bottle. I drank half a bottle of hairspray flavored jager before I realized hey, this stuff gets you drunk. We had to ditch the show before we learned what exactly the guys in a chicken and monster suit standing behind Buckethead for the majority of the show were all about, which is something I'll admit, I truely regret. They were going to do something and it was going to be weird and i missed it. But I was going to die so we left, to embark on one of the worst trips home ever, being beat only by a few very cold nights in a sweatshirt and converse sneakers and that one time going from Robins to Noelle's. Nothing can beat that night, that horrible horrible night. I'm at work now, for no reason as I've got nothing better to do but to type this entry, except I guess for show. Look at me, I came to work!!
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