Whatta Night!
Well I got home from work at 10pm on Wednesday and Mitch came up to me saying we needed to go to the bank to get my portion of the rent. I thought I didn't need to get it until the next day, but apparently we needed to go get the rent that second so his cheque wouldn't bounce. So we went down, I gave him my money and he went to his bank. He deposited the money, but after the machine took the money, it froze! So, we had to cancel it and it said that we didn't deposit any money, but the money didn't come back out. At this point, we think were fucked because we just put in a lot of money and it didn't go through and it didn't come back out. This is very stressful. Apparently, Mitch talked to the landlord and luckilly Mitch works with CIBC, so hopefully, everything is going to get figured out and we are going to be able to continue living here. I've always just dealt with cash when it comes to rent/landlords. So much easier!
On to last night. Mark My Words didn't get a spot at the Rock Gardens in time. So, we tried to jam at the house. We had a precent decent jam for a little bit, we learned the 2 new songs. However, it's Halifax and Halifax is full of little pussies. So within an hour, the cops were at the house for noise complaints. Luckily, we didn't get charges pressed on us, but the jam was definately cut much shorter than we anticipated. Fucking pissed. So what did we do? We decided to get fucked up, haha. Chris, got pretty drunk and high.
Later on in the night, Shawn and I got home and we saw Chris in his front seat. We ran over and opened the doors. He was trying to drive home. We argued with him for a while. In the midst of trying to avoid him puking, haha. Dude was determined to drive home. Eventually, we pulled him out of the drivers seat and he passed out in my house for a bit. I went back down and found his keys, in the ignition. Eventually, Rob Butler drove both of them home. Good kid.
I felt like Shawn and I saved a life tonight. If we didn't show up at that moment, who knows if Chris would of started driving or not? I kind of glad that I have the friends to help me out when stupid shit like this happens.
So that was my Wednesday and Thursday night. This should be an interesting weekend, haha.
On to last night. Mark My Words didn't get a spot at the Rock Gardens in time. So, we tried to jam at the house. We had a precent decent jam for a little bit, we learned the 2 new songs. However, it's Halifax and Halifax is full of little pussies. So within an hour, the cops were at the house for noise complaints. Luckily, we didn't get charges pressed on us, but the jam was definately cut much shorter than we anticipated. Fucking pissed. So what did we do? We decided to get fucked up, haha. Chris, got pretty drunk and high.
Later on in the night, Shawn and I got home and we saw Chris in his front seat. We ran over and opened the doors. He was trying to drive home. We argued with him for a while. In the midst of trying to avoid him puking, haha. Dude was determined to drive home. Eventually, we pulled him out of the drivers seat and he passed out in my house for a bit. I went back down and found his keys, in the ignition. Eventually, Rob Butler drove both of them home. Good kid.
I felt like Shawn and I saved a life tonight. If we didn't show up at that moment, who knows if Chris would of started driving or not? I kind of glad that I have the friends to help me out when stupid shit like this happens.
So that was my Wednesday and Thursday night. This should be an interesting weekend, haha.