my highly eventful weekend...
...let's see...where to begin?
I guess I will start with Friday. Allison and I had tickets to the Anger Management 3 show in Bristow, VA. We left here around 5, and we tailgated with some pepsi and bacardi 151. There were some guys and a few girls tailgating a few cars over, and they invited us to come and join them. Free beer?! Yeah, so we took them up on it, and we spent all of Lil Jon's (except the last 5 minutes) in the parking lot drinking. Then we went in for 50s set, and it was good, and we were feeling pretty nice. We had lawn seats, but when security wasn't looking, we rushed the seats, and climbed our way into the orchestra seating. Then we stood on the chairs, and enjoyed the rest of the set. Then it was Em's turn, and I will say that it was so worth it to be there. I cannot even tell you how good the show was!!! I was so glad I was there. Yeah, but during breaks, we made a few drunken phone calls, and to my advantage, I didn't get an answer. Then we watched the rest of the show, got hit on, you know, that kind of thing. Then he did an encore (haha), and we went back to the car. The people we were with were drinking again, and though I should have refrained, because I had to drive, I had another beer. However, it was another 2 hours before the parking lot cleared, so I'd sobered up.
Then my real fun began. I got in a car accident on the way home from the show, and that really sucked. I had the most racist fucking cop I have ever met respond to the call. So, I got the ticket, while the other piece of shit that didn't have a license or insurance was sent home. I am so pissed. Then I called the police when I got home to file a complaint on the cop, and the damn sergeant just patronized my ass. So right now I am writing a letter, and telling them in the nicest way possible that this is fucked up, and to kiss my ass. And people wonder why I can't stand fucking policemen...
But on a lighter note, I am okay, and everyone involved is okay. I figure I will just pay the damn fine, and move on, there is no point in dwelling because the thought of the whole thing just pisses me off. My best friend left my black ass alone when it happened. I mean, yeah, I know she wasn't sober, but I wouldn't have left her stranded if it were me. I am still a bit mad at her, but we've talked through it. I am not even gonna go into that damn phone call I made...let's just say it is okay now, and I am fine with that.
So I thought I would spend Sunday resting, but yeah, I just added 3 hours to my sleep time which totaled 8 hours over a 3 day period, so nonetheless, I felt like shit. Not to mention that I woke up, and felt horrible, I was puking all over the place, and still my mom made me get up and move stuff out of storage, and drive all over town. I wanted to die. Yesterday, I didn't feel too much better, but I could hold my head up, and I didn't have to resort to popping any more prescription drugs (I'm half joking).
And finally, I was forced to do some thinking last night, and here's what I concluded.
I said that I wouldn't be in a long distance relationship again if I could help it. And I'm going down that path of being in one again, but this time, it doesn't feel like I am being pigeonholed. I mean, I want this, and I will do my absolute best to see this through. It is, however, going to be hard as hell because I miss Brian so much everyday and I've not even left yet...oh, the things I get myself into :)
12 more days...
I guess I will start with Friday. Allison and I had tickets to the Anger Management 3 show in Bristow, VA. We left here around 5, and we tailgated with some pepsi and bacardi 151. There were some guys and a few girls tailgating a few cars over, and they invited us to come and join them. Free beer?! Yeah, so we took them up on it, and we spent all of Lil Jon's (except the last 5 minutes) in the parking lot drinking. Then we went in for 50s set, and it was good, and we were feeling pretty nice. We had lawn seats, but when security wasn't looking, we rushed the seats, and climbed our way into the orchestra seating. Then we stood on the chairs, and enjoyed the rest of the set. Then it was Em's turn, and I will say that it was so worth it to be there. I cannot even tell you how good the show was!!! I was so glad I was there. Yeah, but during breaks, we made a few drunken phone calls, and to my advantage, I didn't get an answer. Then we watched the rest of the show, got hit on, you know, that kind of thing. Then he did an encore (haha), and we went back to the car. The people we were with were drinking again, and though I should have refrained, because I had to drive, I had another beer. However, it was another 2 hours before the parking lot cleared, so I'd sobered up.
Then my real fun began. I got in a car accident on the way home from the show, and that really sucked. I had the most racist fucking cop I have ever met respond to the call. So, I got the ticket, while the other piece of shit that didn't have a license or insurance was sent home. I am so pissed. Then I called the police when I got home to file a complaint on the cop, and the damn sergeant just patronized my ass. So right now I am writing a letter, and telling them in the nicest way possible that this is fucked up, and to kiss my ass. And people wonder why I can't stand fucking policemen...
But on a lighter note, I am okay, and everyone involved is okay. I figure I will just pay the damn fine, and move on, there is no point in dwelling because the thought of the whole thing just pisses me off. My best friend left my black ass alone when it happened. I mean, yeah, I know she wasn't sober, but I wouldn't have left her stranded if it were me. I am still a bit mad at her, but we've talked through it. I am not even gonna go into that damn phone call I made...let's just say it is okay now, and I am fine with that.
So I thought I would spend Sunday resting, but yeah, I just added 3 hours to my sleep time which totaled 8 hours over a 3 day period, so nonetheless, I felt like shit. Not to mention that I woke up, and felt horrible, I was puking all over the place, and still my mom made me get up and move stuff out of storage, and drive all over town. I wanted to die. Yesterday, I didn't feel too much better, but I could hold my head up, and I didn't have to resort to popping any more prescription drugs (I'm half joking).
And finally, I was forced to do some thinking last night, and here's what I concluded.
I said that I wouldn't be in a long distance relationship again if I could help it. And I'm going down that path of being in one again, but this time, it doesn't feel like I am being pigeonholed. I mean, I want this, and I will do my absolute best to see this through. It is, however, going to be hard as hell because I miss Brian so much everyday and I've not even left yet...oh, the things I get myself into :)
12 more days...