100 MPH.
Let's catch everybody up.
I'm not going to write a big thing about Vegas, so here are some pictures to sum it up:
That's about it.
Tonight was awesome.
It started out with the plan that Abby and myself and Grayson Earle and Andrew Cochrane would all hang out at Abby's, later to be joined by Byron and Brad Geers. But after about 30 minutes at Abby's, we decided we needed to call Byron and give him directions. But when we called Byron, we found out that he was down in Roseville @ a mini golf thing with Nick Savino, Kyle Whelan, and Brian Young.
Alright, there's the background.
Grayson, Abby and I all drove down with Andrew in his black Mustang. He raced the UPS guy, and Grayson kept yelling at people outside the window, or tickling Abby, or urging me to tickle Abby with him, and we got lost for a minute, but then we got back on track and Andrew could have killed us several times but he did alright.
Abby and I watched Grayson, Andrew and Byron make three rounds in go*karts. Andrew crashed into the side, and he didn't look happy. He looked upset. But I think they had fun. I hope they had fun.
We made a round of mini golf, all of us. I hung out with Brian because neither of us wanted to play. Byron was the best golfer. Abby and Nick were tied for the worst. Andrew and Grayson came out later, and didn't play either, but I checked out girls with them and decided who was the hottest, and Andrew and I bothed agreed a pretty face was a nessesity.
On the way home, Andrew began to head towards Reno. We got to a point in the freeway that looked terribly unlike Placerville, and turned around to find the right exit.
It took us through Coloma.
Andrew's Mustang is a shift.
He went 100 on the straight aways.
90 around the corners.
He peeled out over bridges.
He left skidmarks.
He put the top down.
It was freezing.
It was so fun.
Grayson was screaming.
And we were all laughing.
And for five minutes we were all free.
But we got too cold and had to roll the top up.
Last night was bizzare. Some things are left exactly where they need to end, and shouldn't be resumed. So when there's a window of opprotunity to resume that thing, it's a bizzare experiance. I chose not to resume anything. I wonder how Kenny's doing.
I miss eating pomogranates.
Seeing Evan and Charlie was cool. And Mikey T. and David might have been cool, if it had not been so...
punk?
On Mikey's behalf.
I'm not totally down on Lynus. They're pretty cool. And their drummer was a neat guy. Aha.
Ashley and I had our monthly therapy session, which entails driving around with some background band and talk to eachother about everything for about three hours ((until I'm out of gas normally)) and then we go home and act like it never happened. It's the best time of every month, I love it.
My stomach's been bad latley. I think I need to go to a doctor. I've been sick since that last night in Vegas. Maybe I really am diabetic.
When if I get those yellow papers back from Rob, I'll post what I wrote on them the night of Adrienne's show @ Trilogy ((to take my mind off being sick)).
Joey and Stan owe me a viewing of The Eye.
A plane ride, my grandmas, a cheap show, a gothic kid, our boyfriends with a tatoo, my boyfriend in a speedo, plastic footballs filled with Grey Goose, Cabana boy, Cabana Banannas, a bottle of water a night, peacock earrings, Static X show @ the House Of Blues and a line of lonley goth kids waiting outside. Inceanse burning, a wicker chair, small poetry paper and a box meant for the product, blue Christmas lights, white gating, a changing light, accoustic guitars... an empty Vet's Hall, "That looks like Kenny if he grew his hair out!" "I have to talk to you after the show""that is kenny, isn't it?", Evan on keyboard, the hideous girlfriend growth, "I masturbate everyday", double shadows on the wall, making room for Tom, a trunk that won't close, a dent that Charlie is getting paid for, The Eye, the opening of the Village, still onto Fatal Frame II:Crimson Butterfly ((play it)), American Football on repeat, a white truck, a fast UPS man, a little boy in 88, Grayson had the pink car, mini-van, mega-fun, a dangerous golf-ball via Byron, little kids who had to curse, a six story mini-padoga, a working volcano, a girl in green, her two friends in pink, and the boys they were with, a punk kid who can't say "you're welcome", Andrew's beating people's heads in, 100 MPH on a road who's speed limit is "15", moving, moving, and moving.
That's maybe the longest recap ever.
Fuck it, next year's going to be a big party, I'm done with school now.