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what an adventurous week!!
saturday night i wasnt feeling too well and had decided to medicate myself to sleep. i was positive that no one was coming over so it seemed like a good idea. i hadnt even been wafting in limbo for an hour when carinna and megan rushed in reviving me, rescuing me from a leonard cohen binge and talking about the orpheum. well me and megan sank and swam and sang and scramed untill the semi-wee hours of the morning. while on our way back, a bald sweating man in a horridly bright orange ski jacket told us that if we needed anything at all, he was there to help us. how kind!!! "oh okay thanks!" yeah...he ment anything. he told us that if we needed a ride, he had a limo, a black one right on the corner. and it really was there. and it really was his, according to the driver who also informed me that he was really messed up. nooo...surely not! he offered us drugs, champagne, whatever we wanted. as we neared the back of the limo on our way down the street, the window rolled down and a man stuck his torso out. i peered inside and there were about 5 other guys back there. needless to say we hauled ass down the road. and that is the story of how me and megan escaped a gang bang.
then....
i was at carina's doing laundry last night when we noticed a insane amount of flashing lights outside. they turned out to be 2 ambulances and an excessively loud fire truck.
at the center of the ruckus, black smoke was pouring out of cepha's.
there were these 2 kids just standing in the middle of the road watching. one of them turned around and gave me the "craziness" face. me and carina started to talk to them and ask them what had happened. the tall one named joey said that he and his friend travis went to knock on the door of the house next to cepha's and a jamaican man threw the door open and pointed a gun in their faces. once everyone figured out what was going on, the police were called.
so it turns out that these kids are just wandering around florida and had spent the previous night in the woods. i said that it would be ok for them to sleep on my floor if they needed to.
then there was the chaos of trying to find ernie and chris...who were probably smoking the gange at alicia's....then the impossible task of finding beer in ybor on monday night at 1 am.
somehow we decided that it would be a good idea to go to a strip club. travis knew a girl who was working at one i guess. yeah. that night we all decided that strip clubs are depressing and based on all kinds of disgusting falsehoods. one of the girls was telling me how the first time she had to go and dance she was throwing up in the dressingroom and fell down the stairs because she was shaking so hard. she told me this while topless and stretching her leg in the air about 2 feet in front of me. then there was a group of guys trying to buy sex...but it turns out it was too expensive for their tastes...it cost 150 to "pipe" which apparently means fuck. then we went to walmart where a huge hulk of a man had fallen and was surrounded by more ambulances and medics and was just lying, gut exposed, in the middle of the freshly waxed and glinting floor.
in the end the boys decided not to crash on the floor, but said they would stop over saturday before some type of show.
man. now i have to go scheme my way into a few music classes.
i wish thursday was here now!!
saturday night i wasnt feeling too well and had decided to medicate myself to sleep. i was positive that no one was coming over so it seemed like a good idea. i hadnt even been wafting in limbo for an hour when carinna and megan rushed in reviving me, rescuing me from a leonard cohen binge and talking about the orpheum. well me and megan sank and swam and sang and scramed untill the semi-wee hours of the morning. while on our way back, a bald sweating man in a horridly bright orange ski jacket told us that if we needed anything at all, he was there to help us. how kind!!! "oh okay thanks!" yeah...he ment anything. he told us that if we needed a ride, he had a limo, a black one right on the corner. and it really was there. and it really was his, according to the driver who also informed me that he was really messed up. nooo...surely not! he offered us drugs, champagne, whatever we wanted. as we neared the back of the limo on our way down the street, the window rolled down and a man stuck his torso out. i peered inside and there were about 5 other guys back there. needless to say we hauled ass down the road. and that is the story of how me and megan escaped a gang bang.
then....
i was at carina's doing laundry last night when we noticed a insane amount of flashing lights outside. they turned out to be 2 ambulances and an excessively loud fire truck.
at the center of the ruckus, black smoke was pouring out of cepha's.
there were these 2 kids just standing in the middle of the road watching. one of them turned around and gave me the "craziness" face. me and carina started to talk to them and ask them what had happened. the tall one named joey said that he and his friend travis went to knock on the door of the house next to cepha's and a jamaican man threw the door open and pointed a gun in their faces. once everyone figured out what was going on, the police were called.
so it turns out that these kids are just wandering around florida and had spent the previous night in the woods. i said that it would be ok for them to sleep on my floor if they needed to.
then there was the chaos of trying to find ernie and chris...who were probably smoking the gange at alicia's....then the impossible task of finding beer in ybor on monday night at 1 am.
somehow we decided that it would be a good idea to go to a strip club. travis knew a girl who was working at one i guess. yeah. that night we all decided that strip clubs are depressing and based on all kinds of disgusting falsehoods. one of the girls was telling me how the first time she had to go and dance she was throwing up in the dressingroom and fell down the stairs because she was shaking so hard. she told me this while topless and stretching her leg in the air about 2 feet in front of me. then there was a group of guys trying to buy sex...but it turns out it was too expensive for their tastes...it cost 150 to "pipe" which apparently means fuck. then we went to walmart where a huge hulk of a man had fallen and was surrounded by more ambulances and medics and was just lying, gut exposed, in the middle of the freshly waxed and glinting floor.
in the end the boys decided not to crash on the floor, but said they would stop over saturday before some type of show.
man. now i have to go scheme my way into a few music classes.
i wish thursday was here now!!