Good times
So yesterday (4/21/2006) I went over to Brandon's house for the big party on the rocks. Joining me were William Arthur Irving III, Adam Michel, and Benjamin Hathaway (to clear up any confusion, Brandon was there, but as he was host, he was not joing me). We uh, bummed around for a good while. DDR. Then we ordered a Papa John's pizza 'cause I had a coupon for a free one. That was good times. We came back to his house for another couple hours. DDR. We proceeded to get early ticks for the 10:15 showing of Silent Hill. One of them didn't have photo ID. Another was only 16. Lamed. So I had an extra ticks. I decided to try to sell it to a disgruntled couple who was also short one photo ID. They didn't want to buy it. So I got a refund. Next, we were off to Wendy's. We went through the drive through. Dammit. We ordered our food and Ben felt it was necessary to then request some sweet and sour sauce all over her pussy. Dammit. She didn't seem to notice. So we got our food and went to the parking lot to eat it. 5 guys in a sedan is cramped. We got out the car and stood around the car eating our food and being generally crass. Good times. I flipped off the Regal from about 300 feet away. That way I wouldn't get in trouble. Then we bummed around at his house some more and then went to bed... in his cellar... on cold stone floor... Dammit... That was cold. Then I went home.
I came home and did some physics. Had some terrific Mac and Chac. Watched [u]Hustle and Flow[/u]. It was pretty good. Pretty heavy.
Here I am. Later, y'alls.
I came home and did some physics. Had some terrific Mac and Chac. Watched [u]Hustle and Flow[/u]. It was pretty good. Pretty heavy.
Here I am. Later, y'alls.