you me and the bottle makes three.

[in_full_effect]

being at work all day, i came home exhausted and took the smallest nap. i slipped in and out of sleep because the vibrating sound of my phone kept waking me. josh elroy's name came up on my caller ID, i answered and before he could say anything, i said "i'll get ready and come right now". that guy likes to be punctual. i do not so much. quickly got ready, threw on that ugly striped sweater i have, my backpack with some extra clothes, and walked out. josh, nelson and urosh were already outside my house with the van. phil and me hopped in, rushed over to albertsons and started the night right by buying rasberry vodka, strawberry 7up, and a twelve'r of michelobe ultra (my favorite beer, or is it heineken?). nelson, phil and me immediately start taking shots of vodka and chasing it down with that 7up. get a call from rosie, she said she's coming out and asked when we go on. i told her 8 and asked if she'll be there. she sighed and said "i don't think i'll make it, but i'll try". once we arrived to unity in livermore, the band started unloading equiptment, but i grabbed a beer instead. once i killed it, i noticed rosie like 20 feet away waving big. hah, she totally tricked me with that "might not make it" stuff. she runned up and gave me a hug. jeff came too. i like that guy. so then jeff, rosie and myself walked around the corner to grab a drink at that bar. they ordered washington red apples, i ordered a dry martini in a deep champagne glass, 3 measures of gordon's gin, 1 measure of vodka, 1/2 measure kina lillet vermouth and i told the bartender to shake it very well until it's ice cold, and not to forget to garnish with a slice of lemon peel. no i didn't, i ordered a gin & tonic. afterwards, we headed back to unity. i took all my shit out of my bags, went back to the van for another beer. hung out, told jokes i think. so then we played. i lost both of my cymbal stands at the previous show in tracy, so i had to borrow hardware from one of the other drummers. that sucked. i hate doing that. we didn't sound good. i went off time a lot. i was really flashy. i remember rosie had my ugly striped sweater around her waist. that was cool. after embarassing myself on the drums, we started loading up. phil and me took pieces of the drumms the drums all the way around the corner to the van, which was locked. josh ended up moving the van to a different spot without letting me load the stuff up first. that got on my nerves. then we went back to tracy. i bought more vodka and soda. we took too many shots at josh's. i talked to this guy about joy division, bauhaus...you know...typical music talk where i get to show off by name dropping bands nobody has ever heard of, and drop my favorite cure lines. josh, already upset because of the embarassing show we played, was being a complete dick all night. i got pissed again and left. i was fed up. i told the band i quit..grab my vodka and bag and say "let's go phil". walk out, and there's a car full of girls already waiting for us. heaven knows what happens now. actually, i recall telling them to take me home. once i came home, i hopped on aim. then said fuck it and went to bed.

i am wasting away my saturday on a computer. i am going to shower, get dressed, and make due with what's left of my day. i'm thinking berkeley. my phone isn't even on me. people could be calling me right now in an effort to go do something and i wouldn't know.

new rules.

hope this was as much fun for me as it was for you.

p.s. i've been having some fucked up dreams lately. i'm currently wondering what they all mean.