Everybody's Drinking For The Weekend!!!
God. I haven't written in ages. Just read Quinton's LJ and fill yourself in.
This weekend was epic.
Friday -
Worked at 6:30. Did comics and lunch with Dave. Went shopping. Bought red pleated sweater skirt thing (much cuter than it sounds) and scary red western shirt for party Saturday. Bought travel bottle of Canadian Mist Whiskey. Went home and got pretty for Laci's party. Went to Laci's and fucking kicked some ass with Electric Tape. People seemed to enjoy it. Got into wet willy war with some people. Drank entirety of aforementioned bottle of whiskey. Was fantastically drunk. Went to bed around...um...4? Not sure really.
Saturday -
Woke up at 9:30am. Why, I cannot say. Had oatmeal with Amanda and Austin while Austin bemoaned the moronic bell choir he had to record for 12 hours that day. Went back to bed but really just MySpaced until 11:30 when I decided to get ready for work. Spent hellish 6 hours at work. Was pretty dehydrated really. Got ready for the Maas Texodus (the previously mentioned Dave's going-away party). Looked pretty cute again. Played some killer fucking tambourine for the oh-so-cute band Manchester. Got driggity drunk and higgity high. Stumbled upstairs into bed around 4.
Sunday -
Woke up at 3pm. Got coffee with Q and Dave. Met Mary and Liz and went to Matt Hopper at the High Dive. Went to sleep fairly early, like 1 or so.
Monday -
Woke up at 10. Instead of being productive MySpaced and looked at pictures from the Texodus. Went to breakfast with Austin, Mary, and Liz. Went to studio with Austin to hang out with Hopper. Now see I was under the impression that I would be doing something, but no, I just sorta hung. Which is cool, but I would definitely not have shown up until later. We were there for like 9 hours. Jeebus.
Tuesday -
Just finished working. Clearly I should only sleep for 4 hours. Its always worked before. I've been on this new plan to actually sleep 8 hours at night and it just makes me all fuzzy and sleepy. Oh! Q and I have a place to live. We will be living in Jess' building on Summit and Howell, right next to Henry's Amanda, the Redwood (fav bar ever) and right in the middle of all 3 coffee shops I work at. Horray!
The end.
This weekend was epic.
Friday -
Worked at 6:30. Did comics and lunch with Dave. Went shopping. Bought red pleated sweater skirt thing (much cuter than it sounds) and scary red western shirt for party Saturday. Bought travel bottle of Canadian Mist Whiskey. Went home and got pretty for Laci's party. Went to Laci's and fucking kicked some ass with Electric Tape. People seemed to enjoy it. Got into wet willy war with some people. Drank entirety of aforementioned bottle of whiskey. Was fantastically drunk. Went to bed around...um...4? Not sure really.
Saturday -
Woke up at 9:30am. Why, I cannot say. Had oatmeal with Amanda and Austin while Austin bemoaned the moronic bell choir he had to record for 12 hours that day. Went back to bed but really just MySpaced until 11:30 when I decided to get ready for work. Spent hellish 6 hours at work. Was pretty dehydrated really. Got ready for the Maas Texodus (the previously mentioned Dave's going-away party). Looked pretty cute again. Played some killer fucking tambourine for the oh-so-cute band Manchester. Got driggity drunk and higgity high. Stumbled upstairs into bed around 4.
Sunday -
Woke up at 3pm. Got coffee with Q and Dave. Met Mary and Liz and went to Matt Hopper at the High Dive. Went to sleep fairly early, like 1 or so.
Monday -
Woke up at 10. Instead of being productive MySpaced and looked at pictures from the Texodus. Went to breakfast with Austin, Mary, and Liz. Went to studio with Austin to hang out with Hopper. Now see I was under the impression that I would be doing something, but no, I just sorta hung. Which is cool, but I would definitely not have shown up until later. We were there for like 9 hours. Jeebus.
Tuesday -
Just finished working. Clearly I should only sleep for 4 hours. Its always worked before. I've been on this new plan to actually sleep 8 hours at night and it just makes me all fuzzy and sleepy. Oh! Q and I have a place to live. We will be living in Jess' building on Summit and Howell, right next to Henry's Amanda, the Redwood (fav bar ever) and right in the middle of all 3 coffee shops I work at. Horray!
The end.