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It was a very drunken night, though I didn't get to drink. Some stupid fucking drunk schmuck ran into my car and tried to weasel out of it, and I settled for exchanging info and leaving because I didn't want to miss Sean Garrison's set. I hate that guy, though. Grr. Ran 2.5 miles today fantasizing about telling him what a terrible person he is and how it's people like him that destroy my faith in humanity and make me want to kill everyone. Did him a favor and he was still a greedy fucking pig. Grr.
Anyway. Then the show was pretty beer-soaked. Sean spit a whole mouthful on me, but I don't hold it against him cuz I saw it coming and he was trying to hit this guy behind me and mostly did. He's pretty nice since I sent him the email in September. That guitarist was such a cheeseball, hard-livin rocker. They all were, really. So into themselves.
Then we went to Denny's, and that was right nice. Lots of drunk fools but they weren't bothering me, and I don't spend much time with Syd, Abbi or Eric, and that was all nice.
Drove Robert home, and on the way back, as I was pulling up to a light outside Bikers in the Hood, this man stumbles onto the front of my car with blood running down his face. His girlfriend's falling all over him to push him across the street from the bar. Light turns and as I'm about to take off, an SUV stops in front of me and the driver jumps out to grab his sweatshirt which he just noticed was being pushed back and forth by the windshield wipers.
Driving down Lexington, avoiding the interstate and busy roads since it's 4:30 a.m. and the worst part of the drunk-driving night, I wind around the perimeter of Cave Hill and on a dark turn my headlights shine onto a huge tree that's fallen across all four lanes. I carefully bring my twenty feet of '77 Cutlass metal to a stop through the puddles and rain (which really is not easy) and ease through the muddy grass to get on my way.
My parents used to warn me about driving on New Year's, and now I understand. I thought at the beginning of the night that I wouldn't go out in anything but that car, because if some drunk jerk hit me (and he did) he'd only kill himself (which he did not). It was a fun night, though. Good show, good hanging out.
Anyway. Then the show was pretty beer-soaked. Sean spit a whole mouthful on me, but I don't hold it against him cuz I saw it coming and he was trying to hit this guy behind me and mostly did. He's pretty nice since I sent him the email in September. That guitarist was such a cheeseball, hard-livin rocker. They all were, really. So into themselves.
Then we went to Denny's, and that was right nice. Lots of drunk fools but they weren't bothering me, and I don't spend much time with Syd, Abbi or Eric, and that was all nice.
Drove Robert home, and on the way back, as I was pulling up to a light outside Bikers in the Hood, this man stumbles onto the front of my car with blood running down his face. His girlfriend's falling all over him to push him across the street from the bar. Light turns and as I'm about to take off, an SUV stops in front of me and the driver jumps out to grab his sweatshirt which he just noticed was being pushed back and forth by the windshield wipers.
Driving down Lexington, avoiding the interstate and busy roads since it's 4:30 a.m. and the worst part of the drunk-driving night, I wind around the perimeter of Cave Hill and on a dark turn my headlights shine onto a huge tree that's fallen across all four lanes. I carefully bring my twenty feet of '77 Cutlass metal to a stop through the puddles and rain (which really is not easy) and ease through the muddy grass to get on my way.
My parents used to warn me about driving on New Year's, and now I understand. I thought at the beginning of the night that I wouldn't go out in anything but that car, because if some drunk jerk hit me (and he did) he'd only kill himself (which he did not). It was a fun night, though. Good show, good hanging out.