you're irresistible when you get mad!
i can't wait to come home! freakin' tampa fl. here i come. thursday night i catch a flight. but all is not finished here. i still have to check out some residents. pack up some crap and put it in storage. clean my room. and take my last exam.
this past weekend was pretty fun. matty flew in from tampa on wednesday to hang out. we went to first friday (huge art gallery in ye olde city), ate cheesesteaks, had rita's water ice and rode bikes in the city. watched movies. then on saturday, matty, weegie, jonny, justin, and i went to allentown pa to see underoath. we got there early so we could hang out a little bit. bad chinese food and an hour later, an intense game of wiffle ball with duct tape bats and balls ensued. it was tampa (taylor, underoath, and myself) vs. new orleans (as cities burn). we were skins, they were shirts. we lost, the 813 never was good at baseball though. the blisters on my feet worstened. next was a poker tournament in the basement before the show. there were eleven of us. all of my crew, plus the drummer from spitfire, pasqual from ACB and some other dudes. the spitfire guy had to bounce early 'cause he had to play a show. i think i came in 4th. i lost to a higher flush to weegie. what a joke. i had jack of diamonds, didn't do it for me.
the venue was more crowded than anything i've experienced. numerous high school girls and boys. all bands played well, except for maybe 'poison the well'. two hours, and several detours later, i was in philly trying to get the black off of my feet from playing wiffle ball barefoot in the street. a bit later that morning, matt and i had to awake to go to the train station so matt could get back to tampa. little did we know the broad street run was taking place. this consisted of about fifty million people running from north broad to the stadiums in south broad. needless to say, matt could not cross the street and missed his train. it was some sick business. raucous i tell you. nevertheless, matt made his flight, so i am told.
anyway, that's thursday, march 11. i'll be in tampa, give me a call.
(postscript) flat tires suck
(postpostscript) hot naked guy photo hunt is good fun
(pospostpostscript) bums are sick business, wheelers and dealers i tell you
(postX4script) you happy daniel guess?!!
love
this past weekend was pretty fun. matty flew in from tampa on wednesday to hang out. we went to first friday (huge art gallery in ye olde city), ate cheesesteaks, had rita's water ice and rode bikes in the city. watched movies. then on saturday, matty, weegie, jonny, justin, and i went to allentown pa to see underoath. we got there early so we could hang out a little bit. bad chinese food and an hour later, an intense game of wiffle ball with duct tape bats and balls ensued. it was tampa (taylor, underoath, and myself) vs. new orleans (as cities burn). we were skins, they were shirts. we lost, the 813 never was good at baseball though. the blisters on my feet worstened. next was a poker tournament in the basement before the show. there were eleven of us. all of my crew, plus the drummer from spitfire, pasqual from ACB and some other dudes. the spitfire guy had to bounce early 'cause he had to play a show. i think i came in 4th. i lost to a higher flush to weegie. what a joke. i had jack of diamonds, didn't do it for me.
the venue was more crowded than anything i've experienced. numerous high school girls and boys. all bands played well, except for maybe 'poison the well'. two hours, and several detours later, i was in philly trying to get the black off of my feet from playing wiffle ball barefoot in the street. a bit later that morning, matt and i had to awake to go to the train station so matt could get back to tampa. little did we know the broad street run was taking place. this consisted of about fifty million people running from north broad to the stadiums in south broad. needless to say, matt could not cross the street and missed his train. it was some sick business. raucous i tell you. nevertheless, matt made his flight, so i am told.
anyway, that's thursday, march 11. i'll be in tampa, give me a call.
(postscript) flat tires suck
(postpostscript) hot naked guy photo hunt is good fun
(pospostpostscript) bums are sick business, wheelers and dealers i tell you
(postX4script) you happy daniel guess?!!
love