Friday night
Alright, so I think I left off before I went to the Hieruspecs show. Well, I wanted to drink before the show so we began the (sometimes) lengthy journey for booze. We get a girl that will get us two things, a bottle of Orange Smirnoff and a case of Milwaukee's Best. I drink a couple of the beers then go down to Davies Cener for the show with my bud Joel, who has just ingested a quarter bottle of vodka in about ten minutes.
The show was great, probably one of the better shows I've been to. Tre Hardson (from the Pharcyde) and his band played an acoustic version of Runnin. That was great, and also this crazy Japanese girl who stands about 4'10 (no joke) gets on stage and starts dancing half-stripper/half-epeliptic(sp?). Oh man, even the band is laughing at her. When Hieruspecs got on stage, it was all energy from then on out. Honestly, I saw more people in the crowd moving than any show in Mpls. I think its because these fucking country kids think that every hip hop show is like in 8 Mile. It was great nontheless, and I saw/met some hot girls. I even got a number. Me and Joel get out of the show, I talk to Hieruspecs for a bit about Carnage and shit (yes Kris, I mentioned you, but not by name).
Me and Joel call around to lots fo people trying to find an after-party or some sort of party. By now, all the beer is out of my system, and I'm pissed. It's fucking Friday night, I'm getting drunk. Well, I don't. I walk up into my room and my friends roommate is out in the hall knocking on the doors of people he knows. I ask him what he's up to, and he says that Shea (my friend) is wasted and peeing in the room, so he would prefer not to sleep there that night. He is obviously ridiculous drunk.
Me: Alex, you can just crash in my room tonight if you want, I can sleep on the chair
Alex:: alright man... maybe if these guys dont answer their doors.
Me: ok, just knock on my door.
About five minutes pass, I hear someone trying to enter my combo. I see that its Alex, and he does not know my combo. Now, I have a bamboo circular chair in my room, and there is a footstool that goes with it. I keep the footstool by my bed for my glasses or whatever. Alex decides that this footstool expands out, and you can make it bigger. I tell him that no, it will not get any bigger. He informs me that he has to go to the bathroom, and that he will be back. I leave my door open a crack and begin to go to sleep on the chair. He never returns.
I found out that my night was actually good compared to oh, about 5 of my friends. I find out that two of my friends went to jail for possession of paraphernalia for being pulled over doing 44 in a 40. :( The driver also got a speeding ticket.
But, I dunno. I think I'm going to harass Wal-Mart now.
The show was great, probably one of the better shows I've been to. Tre Hardson (from the Pharcyde) and his band played an acoustic version of Runnin. That was great, and also this crazy Japanese girl who stands about 4'10 (no joke) gets on stage and starts dancing half-stripper/half-epeliptic(sp?). Oh man, even the band is laughing at her. When Hieruspecs got on stage, it was all energy from then on out. Honestly, I saw more people in the crowd moving than any show in Mpls. I think its because these fucking country kids think that every hip hop show is like in 8 Mile. It was great nontheless, and I saw/met some hot girls. I even got a number. Me and Joel get out of the show, I talk to Hieruspecs for a bit about Carnage and shit (yes Kris, I mentioned you, but not by name).
Me and Joel call around to lots fo people trying to find an after-party or some sort of party. By now, all the beer is out of my system, and I'm pissed. It's fucking Friday night, I'm getting drunk. Well, I don't. I walk up into my room and my friends roommate is out in the hall knocking on the doors of people he knows. I ask him what he's up to, and he says that Shea (my friend) is wasted and peeing in the room, so he would prefer not to sleep there that night. He is obviously ridiculous drunk.
Me: Alex, you can just crash in my room tonight if you want, I can sleep on the chair
Alex:: alright man... maybe if these guys dont answer their doors.
Me: ok, just knock on my door.
About five minutes pass, I hear someone trying to enter my combo. I see that its Alex, and he does not know my combo. Now, I have a bamboo circular chair in my room, and there is a footstool that goes with it. I keep the footstool by my bed for my glasses or whatever. Alex decides that this footstool expands out, and you can make it bigger. I tell him that no, it will not get any bigger. He informs me that he has to go to the bathroom, and that he will be back. I leave my door open a crack and begin to go to sleep on the chair. He never returns.
I found out that my night was actually good compared to oh, about 5 of my friends. I find out that two of my friends went to jail for possession of paraphernalia for being pulled over doing 44 in a 40. :( The driver also got a speeding ticket.
But, I dunno. I think I'm going to harass Wal-Mart now.