cherry poppin daddies adventure
let me start off by saying this was one hell of a crazy fucking night. good, bad, scary, still scary.
so first, i get to damien’s and everyone’s still getting ready so lisa’s sister, lynn, and her friend, Candice, do shots of gin. So I join in and do two shots of gin and one really big shot of whiskey with Candice. We’re feeling pretty good and finally leave for the show. I’m sitting in the back of lisa’s car with Casanova and I’ve got a damn good buzz.
Then we must have hit something in the road because we started spinning all over the freeway. Lisa finally got control of the car and there was no shoulder so we pulled off the next offramp and stopped next to this park. Lynn’s car follows us. We all get out while the boys start trying to get the tire off. This dude on the hill in the park starts yelling down if we need help. We say no. he comes down. He’s drunk and like… whacked out on crack or something. And he’s telling the boys theyre doing it wrong. He gets down like under the car and says theyre doing it wrong and they’re gonna break something. Damien was like ‘ok well, we’re fine thanks’ and so the guy was trying to ask where we were going. Nobody wanted to tell him. He asked like 10 times so finally lynn tells him we’re seeing the cherry poppin daddies and he starts freaking out. ‘I didn’t ask for attitude. I just came down here to fuckin help and shit. What the fuck do you know about the cherry poppin daddies? What the hell do you know about swing. What the fuck do you know about STREET PUNK?’ and I swear to god I thought he was going to take the jack and start beating faces. Lisa went up to him to tell him to calm down and he was like ‘why the fuck are you up in my face?!’ and oh my god I was so scared. Then like a fuckin light switch ‘hey guys, I’m sorry I went off. I apologize. Ladies? I apologize. I’m just trying to help. No, you have to put the nuts on this way’ and then he kept helping. So at this point we’re like ‘ok get the fuckin tire on so we can get out of here’…. We thank the guy and leave.
We get to the show, have a few drinks… dancing to the skanics. Then the cpd’s come on and we’re right in the front. They didn’t do too many swing songs but we still danced and had a great time. After they were done the guitarist comes out and sits on the stage to talk to us. Damien’s telling him about the buzzbombs and I’m just standing there drunkenly smiling. One of the sax players came out and told me my eyes were amazing. The club starts kicking everyone out and the guitarist tells me and Damien and dustin to come backstage. OMGGGGGG. We go back with him and we’re standing around talking and damien’s wasted. Hah. Then him and dustin leave. And I’m standing there with the guitarist of cpd…and he’s giving me flirty eyes and he goes ‘here’s my personal email address… we should keep in touch’. And I’m just thinking ‘yeah so that when you guys come back you can have the buzzbombs open for you…’ ahaha, drunk. Then he gives me two hugs. So I make my way to the front and everyone’s waiting outside. As we’re walking to the car the bass player comes out and walks with us. He offered me a chocolate truffle. No joke. I had one. It was delicious.
So we all got into our two cars. Lynn and Candice in one and the rest in the other. Our car was gonna go pick up Mexican food and meet lynn back at damien’s. at the Mexican place they wrote all over my 20 and said it was fake. I had just gotten it at the fucking atm. God damn it. Now what do I do with it. It’s all marked up. Then those assholes forgot my quesadilla.
We get back to damien’s. lynn isn’t there. We wait 30 minutes. We call her. No answer. We proceed to freak the hell out. We called her 800 times. Nothing. We checked the chp site. No accidents. Lisa told me to go home. Dustin went with her to check lynn’s house. I should have gone too. I’m an asshole friend. So I get home and call dustin to see if they found lynn at her house. No. that was the last I heard. I told them to call me and nobody has. So I don’t know what’s going on.
What the fuck.
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ok they found lynn and her friend. she was staying at another friend's house. but uh... who does that? who's all 'yeah pick me up some carne asada fries, meet you at damiens' and then goes somewhere else and doesn't answer the phone all night??? LAME.
also.. got a myspace message from the cpd guitarist. apologizing for not being able to go to a cafe and continue talking after the show. and saying how he hopes i write back because he needs someone to help motivate him to learn how to dance etc etc. ahahahahhaa. hilarious. i'm gonna go along with it because i think it's really funny. :P
so first, i get to damien’s and everyone’s still getting ready so lisa’s sister, lynn, and her friend, Candice, do shots of gin. So I join in and do two shots of gin and one really big shot of whiskey with Candice. We’re feeling pretty good and finally leave for the show. I’m sitting in the back of lisa’s car with Casanova and I’ve got a damn good buzz.
Then we must have hit something in the road because we started spinning all over the freeway. Lisa finally got control of the car and there was no shoulder so we pulled off the next offramp and stopped next to this park. Lynn’s car follows us. We all get out while the boys start trying to get the tire off. This dude on the hill in the park starts yelling down if we need help. We say no. he comes down. He’s drunk and like… whacked out on crack or something. And he’s telling the boys theyre doing it wrong. He gets down like under the car and says theyre doing it wrong and they’re gonna break something. Damien was like ‘ok well, we’re fine thanks’ and so the guy was trying to ask where we were going. Nobody wanted to tell him. He asked like 10 times so finally lynn tells him we’re seeing the cherry poppin daddies and he starts freaking out. ‘I didn’t ask for attitude. I just came down here to fuckin help and shit. What the fuck do you know about the cherry poppin daddies? What the hell do you know about swing. What the fuck do you know about STREET PUNK?’ and I swear to god I thought he was going to take the jack and start beating faces. Lisa went up to him to tell him to calm down and he was like ‘why the fuck are you up in my face?!’ and oh my god I was so scared. Then like a fuckin light switch ‘hey guys, I’m sorry I went off. I apologize. Ladies? I apologize. I’m just trying to help. No, you have to put the nuts on this way’ and then he kept helping. So at this point we’re like ‘ok get the fuckin tire on so we can get out of here’…. We thank the guy and leave.
We get to the show, have a few drinks… dancing to the skanics. Then the cpd’s come on and we’re right in the front. They didn’t do too many swing songs but we still danced and had a great time. After they were done the guitarist comes out and sits on the stage to talk to us. Damien’s telling him about the buzzbombs and I’m just standing there drunkenly smiling. One of the sax players came out and told me my eyes were amazing. The club starts kicking everyone out and the guitarist tells me and Damien and dustin to come backstage. OMGGGGGG. We go back with him and we’re standing around talking and damien’s wasted. Hah. Then him and dustin leave. And I’m standing there with the guitarist of cpd…and he’s giving me flirty eyes and he goes ‘here’s my personal email address… we should keep in touch’. And I’m just thinking ‘yeah so that when you guys come back you can have the buzzbombs open for you…’ ahaha, drunk. Then he gives me two hugs. So I make my way to the front and everyone’s waiting outside. As we’re walking to the car the bass player comes out and walks with us. He offered me a chocolate truffle. No joke. I had one. It was delicious.
So we all got into our two cars. Lynn and Candice in one and the rest in the other. Our car was gonna go pick up Mexican food and meet lynn back at damien’s. at the Mexican place they wrote all over my 20 and said it was fake. I had just gotten it at the fucking atm. God damn it. Now what do I do with it. It’s all marked up. Then those assholes forgot my quesadilla.
We get back to damien’s. lynn isn’t there. We wait 30 minutes. We call her. No answer. We proceed to freak the hell out. We called her 800 times. Nothing. We checked the chp site. No accidents. Lisa told me to go home. Dustin went with her to check lynn’s house. I should have gone too. I’m an asshole friend. So I get home and call dustin to see if they found lynn at her house. No. that was the last I heard. I told them to call me and nobody has. So I don’t know what’s going on.
What the fuck.
****************************************EDIT
ok they found lynn and her friend. she was staying at another friend's house. but uh... who does that? who's all 'yeah pick me up some carne asada fries, meet you at damiens' and then goes somewhere else and doesn't answer the phone all night??? LAME.
also.. got a myspace message from the cpd guitarist. apologizing for not being able to go to a cafe and continue talking after the show. and saying how he hopes i write back because he needs someone to help motivate him to learn how to dance etc etc. ahahahahhaa. hilarious. i'm gonna go along with it because i think it's really funny. :P