and i know because of krs one...
yeah, so this weekend was going much too smoothy for god's liking, because he threw my ass a curve ball. i'm getting ahead of myself, perhaps i should start at the beginning.
friday was fantastic, ben and i hit up skye's pre-halloween halloween party which was much costumed drunkeness and fun had by nearly all. it all went down with minimal drama (and what drama there was didn't concern me in the least, so it was all just more entertainment to me). i was partially reponsible for the demise of a bottle of raspberry smirnoff, and actually didn't feel all that terrible the next day. most likely because i managed to keep my good wits about me and induce vomiting prior to passing out on skye's couch (and eventually floor and back to couch).
oh, and some obligitory photos of our costumes-
anyway, saturday began well with breakfast at hog brother's cafe with skye, then off for a 3 hour nap to freshen ourselves up for tonight's exciting festivites. our company rented us the party bus for the evening. for those of you who are unaware of the glory of the party bus, it's pretty much a bus turned into mobile bar/club/limo/etc. there's a dj, a big screen tv, a bartender, and about 15 of your drunkest friends. well, first stop was al's and i got to sing for my work buddies. it was probably my most fun performance ever, and i was suprised with a white rose upon exiting the stage <3. after al's it was on to koots, which i really don't remember too much of after chasing a jager shot with another mixed shot and a beer (keep in mind i had been drinking for coming on three hours straight). of course there was some drama, it was handled and we were all back on the bus. the drinking continued and we all wound up back at the parking lot of our office. we were all promised ahead of time that there would be some managers on hand as designated drivers, none of which showed up so most people drove home all wasted, which sucks, but fortunately for all no one was hurt (or arrested). around this point i lose my car key. this is where things go unwittingly sour, but again- i don't want to get ahead of myself.
me, ben, heather and ryan all went back to heather's place down muldoon and we passed the FUCK out. after numerous early morning annoyances (animals, alarm clocks and phone calls to name a few) we decided that hangover food was severly necessary and we bailed to villiage inn. after eating, we went home and watched like 12 movies and lazed about the house and did nothing. i had my cousin drive my extra car key to me, and i got a ride back to my car with heather around 8:00.
yeah, here's where my weekend takes a turn for the fucking worse-
SOMEONE BROKE INTO MY CAR AND JACKED MY $400 DECK AND ALL MY CD'S AND MY CELL PHONE.
yeah. apparently someone missed the memo that we live in anchorage fucking alaska not south central LA because they jacked all my shit, straight robbery style. yeah, pryed off the front of my dash and ripped that shit out. i know, i know, it could have been worse, but fuck. this isn't all that great, either. i guess i'll figure out tomorrow what all my insurance covers and what all i'll have to take in the ass as far as damage control. oh, and they got to casually let themselves into my car with the key that fell onto the ground while exiting the party bus, as it was laying about four feet away in a puddle. fuck me. anyway, i'm getting all pissy rehashing this sitcho, so i'm about done with this subject entirely. feel free to click my donation button on my user info page and give me some money to replace my shit <3 if you're feeling generous, that is.
friday was fantastic, ben and i hit up skye's pre-halloween halloween party which was much costumed drunkeness and fun had by nearly all. it all went down with minimal drama (and what drama there was didn't concern me in the least, so it was all just more entertainment to me). i was partially reponsible for the demise of a bottle of raspberry smirnoff, and actually didn't feel all that terrible the next day. most likely because i managed to keep my good wits about me and induce vomiting prior to passing out on skye's couch (and eventually floor and back to couch).
oh, and some obligitory photos of our costumes-
anyway, saturday began well with breakfast at hog brother's cafe with skye, then off for a 3 hour nap to freshen ourselves up for tonight's exciting festivites. our company rented us the party bus for the evening. for those of you who are unaware of the glory of the party bus, it's pretty much a bus turned into mobile bar/club/limo/etc. there's a dj, a big screen tv, a bartender, and about 15 of your drunkest friends. well, first stop was al's and i got to sing for my work buddies. it was probably my most fun performance ever, and i was suprised with a white rose upon exiting the stage <3. after al's it was on to koots, which i really don't remember too much of after chasing a jager shot with another mixed shot and a beer (keep in mind i had been drinking for coming on three hours straight). of course there was some drama, it was handled and we were all back on the bus. the drinking continued and we all wound up back at the parking lot of our office. we were all promised ahead of time that there would be some managers on hand as designated drivers, none of which showed up so most people drove home all wasted, which sucks, but fortunately for all no one was hurt (or arrested). around this point i lose my car key. this is where things go unwittingly sour, but again- i don't want to get ahead of myself.
me, ben, heather and ryan all went back to heather's place down muldoon and we passed the FUCK out. after numerous early morning annoyances (animals, alarm clocks and phone calls to name a few) we decided that hangover food was severly necessary and we bailed to villiage inn. after eating, we went home and watched like 12 movies and lazed about the house and did nothing. i had my cousin drive my extra car key to me, and i got a ride back to my car with heather around 8:00.
yeah, here's where my weekend takes a turn for the fucking worse-
SOMEONE BROKE INTO MY CAR AND JACKED MY $400 DECK AND ALL MY CD'S AND MY CELL PHONE.
yeah. apparently someone missed the memo that we live in anchorage fucking alaska not south central LA because they jacked all my shit, straight robbery style. yeah, pryed off the front of my dash and ripped that shit out. i know, i know, it could have been worse, but fuck. this isn't all that great, either. i guess i'll figure out tomorrow what all my insurance covers and what all i'll have to take in the ass as far as damage control. oh, and they got to casually let themselves into my car with the key that fell onto the ground while exiting the party bus, as it was laying about four feet away in a puddle. fuck me. anyway, i'm getting all pissy rehashing this sitcho, so i'm about done with this subject entirely. feel free to click my donation button on my user info page and give me some money to replace my shit <3 if you're feeling generous, that is.