this is alchemy
my subject is a lyric. imagine that.
Tonight we went to Hudson's, which was regular as clockwork: shitty people, a few songs I enjoy, my friends not hearing a thing I say. Sandy's made it all worth it..sweet sweet Sandy, I heart you.
Went downtown afterwards, drank 13 fifty cent drinks while there, didn't really feel anything till I stood up. And while I was feeling warm and fuzzy, I was not drunk at all, ready to keep on "chuggin," ha. ..Luckily my friends are troopers and no matter how they felt we shoved on to the next place.
Now I'm not a bad person. I don't litter(Enrique about the state of my car: You're a fucking packrat). I almost always act mommy to my drunken friends, unless of course I'm the one that needs taken care of. I try and be nice to most people that come across my path, why not? But tonight haha I noticed that we were at the back of a bar totally alone, no bartenders, no patrons, nothing. So I casually say "Ya know..there's no one back here...," expecting of course for all my friends to break into an orgy.
Just kidding, I'm not quite there yet.
So Enrique quickly dips into the back of the bar and grabs a half full(or half empty for all you NAYSAYERS) of crown and brings it back to us. Joe had that on us for the whole walk back to the car, which was not a short trek, I'll give it that. While we're waiting for Matt to finish talking to a girl..the only one of us to do so all night, WE LOSE... J announces that he too has a bottle, a half full bottle of Captain Morgan's Spiced Rum(a treat for all us Kentucky Deluxe and J.T.S Brown(although its dangerous to talk about JTS, that's what Fast Eddie drinks..gimme a holla if you know what I'm talkin' bout) drinkers).
Pass the bottle to Zach in an ATM enclave and have him put it under his shirt time.
So Matt comes out of the bar, stumbling as usual when he gets..well, trashed. After his pitstop at the metal pizza place(my fave place on sixth street other than Cucaracha on my birthday and Alkeez anytime Ashley is working) we head back to the car and I start acting my normal paranoid not wanting to get in trouble self. I think it actually kicked in a lot more because of the stolen bottle of liquor fitted snugly in my armpit, but I was acting the total babysitter/mom(which is, I'm sure, both annoying to me and my company). But maybe its just because Matt was walking front of moving cars and flailing his arms and making faes at the drivers, throwing parking cones, and trying to match Enrique's impressive feat of running into a parking sign, on purpose mind you, in the down position and breaking it off, with minimal success. Either way, we made it to the car and back home safely, after Matt, clutching his cigarette that I lit for him, proceeded to slowly pass out in the back seat.
After throwing up(the second time in the same night, but the first time in almost 2 years), Matt passed out next to the dining room table at Alabama's. His favorite subject is feces, so we found it appropriate to draw, on his left profile, I <3 poo, one of his favorite words. He's lucky we didn't draw his favorite picture, assumingly because he draws it everywhere: one person shitting into another's mouth, with the person pitching and the catcher well labelled with 2 of our names. Unluckily for him, Ronnie came back cuz he left his wallet, which was never found, and drew a swastika on his forehead.
Dear Matt,
Will you ever lose?
Warmest regards,
Zachula
I finished a beer Ronnie gave me and me and Cullen, who had been smoking since noon and is hands down one of the funniest people I know, sober or not, went to Paul's place and we started drinking the Cap'in Morgan's and watched Braveheart.
I am still awake. And drinking. What's the problem with this picture?
That's all for now, I'll fill the zero people that read this journal in on all the stupenously occasions that have occured in the last months.
Holla.
Tonight we went to Hudson's, which was regular as clockwork: shitty people, a few songs I enjoy, my friends not hearing a thing I say. Sandy's made it all worth it..sweet sweet Sandy, I heart you.
Went downtown afterwards, drank 13 fifty cent drinks while there, didn't really feel anything till I stood up. And while I was feeling warm and fuzzy, I was not drunk at all, ready to keep on "chuggin," ha. ..Luckily my friends are troopers and no matter how they felt we shoved on to the next place.
Now I'm not a bad person. I don't litter(Enrique about the state of my car: You're a fucking packrat). I almost always act mommy to my drunken friends, unless of course I'm the one that needs taken care of. I try and be nice to most people that come across my path, why not? But tonight haha I noticed that we were at the back of a bar totally alone, no bartenders, no patrons, nothing. So I casually say "Ya know..there's no one back here...," expecting of course for all my friends to break into an orgy.
Just kidding, I'm not quite there yet.
So Enrique quickly dips into the back of the bar and grabs a half full(or half empty for all you NAYSAYERS) of crown and brings it back to us. Joe had that on us for the whole walk back to the car, which was not a short trek, I'll give it that. While we're waiting for Matt to finish talking to a girl..the only one of us to do so all night, WE LOSE... J announces that he too has a bottle, a half full bottle of Captain Morgan's Spiced Rum(a treat for all us Kentucky Deluxe and J.T.S Brown(although its dangerous to talk about JTS, that's what Fast Eddie drinks..gimme a holla if you know what I'm talkin' bout) drinkers).
Pass the bottle to Zach in an ATM enclave and have him put it under his shirt time.
So Matt comes out of the bar, stumbling as usual when he gets..well, trashed. After his pitstop at the metal pizza place(my fave place on sixth street other than Cucaracha on my birthday and Alkeez anytime Ashley is working) we head back to the car and I start acting my normal paranoid not wanting to get in trouble self. I think it actually kicked in a lot more because of the stolen bottle of liquor fitted snugly in my armpit, but I was acting the total babysitter/mom(which is, I'm sure, both annoying to me and my company). But maybe its just because Matt was walking front of moving cars and flailing his arms and making faes at the drivers, throwing parking cones, and trying to match Enrique's impressive feat of running into a parking sign, on purpose mind you, in the down position and breaking it off, with minimal success. Either way, we made it to the car and back home safely, after Matt, clutching his cigarette that I lit for him, proceeded to slowly pass out in the back seat.
After throwing up(the second time in the same night, but the first time in almost 2 years), Matt passed out next to the dining room table at Alabama's. His favorite subject is feces, so we found it appropriate to draw, on his left profile, I <3 poo, one of his favorite words. He's lucky we didn't draw his favorite picture, assumingly because he draws it everywhere: one person shitting into another's mouth, with the person pitching and the catcher well labelled with 2 of our names. Unluckily for him, Ronnie came back cuz he left his wallet, which was never found, and drew a swastika on his forehead.
Dear Matt,
Will you ever lose?
Warmest regards,
Zachula
I finished a beer Ronnie gave me and me and Cullen, who had been smoking since noon and is hands down one of the funniest people I know, sober or not, went to Paul's place and we started drinking the Cap'in Morgan's and watched Braveheart.
I am still awake. And drinking. What's the problem with this picture?
That's all for now, I'll fill the zero people that read this journal in on all the stupenously occasions that have occured in the last months.
Holla.