weekend update, with kevin nealon.
and now, the fake news.
this weekend was pretty fast-paced and a little ridiculous at points.
friday when i got off work i did the usual routine:
1. smoke pot.
2. go to the gym.
3. give myself a mohawk.
and its bleach blonde this time too. extra skanky. peace to shane for the help on the cut, peace to lizzie for the help on the color.
friday night was a chill night. i dont even remember what went down really. lizzie got into town around 6 or 7 and we went to go get some food, then im pretty sure we just layed around for the rest of the night.
saturday i woke up around 2 or 3. it was fantastic to actually get a whole nights worth of sleep. it had been quite some time. woke up, morning ritual, dyed the hair, and got ready for the party. cleaned a bit, then went out with shane to get the keg.
1st place had no lonestar.
2nd place had no lonestar.
3rd place? nope, no lonestar either.
keg of icehouse in full effect.
and you bastards better have been happy with it.
glad to say the party ended up way more fun than i had originally thought. this was also due to the pre-party shirtlessness drink off, and the two person organ jam session. that sounded dirty. but i mean organ like a piano type organ. this thing.
anyway.
the party was awesome.
the lonestar costume was brought out of retirement. the flavor flav clock and glasses were in full effect. as were the hats and bling. fuckin' a. i keep getting older but still do the same stuff at parties as when i was 18. i think that means im staying youthful. or immature. either or, im fine with it.
today is the "big" interview. give me a salaried raise, you punk bitches.
and im spent. holler.
this weekend was pretty fast-paced and a little ridiculous at points.
friday when i got off work i did the usual routine:
1. smoke pot.
2. go to the gym.
3. give myself a mohawk.
and its bleach blonde this time too. extra skanky. peace to shane for the help on the cut, peace to lizzie for the help on the color.
friday night was a chill night. i dont even remember what went down really. lizzie got into town around 6 or 7 and we went to go get some food, then im pretty sure we just layed around for the rest of the night.
saturday i woke up around 2 or 3. it was fantastic to actually get a whole nights worth of sleep. it had been quite some time. woke up, morning ritual, dyed the hair, and got ready for the party. cleaned a bit, then went out with shane to get the keg.
1st place had no lonestar.
2nd place had no lonestar.
3rd place? nope, no lonestar either.
keg of icehouse in full effect.
and you bastards better have been happy with it.
glad to say the party ended up way more fun than i had originally thought. this was also due to the pre-party shirtlessness drink off, and the two person organ jam session. that sounded dirty. but i mean organ like a piano type organ. this thing.
anyway.
the party was awesome.
the lonestar costume was brought out of retirement. the flavor flav clock and glasses were in full effect. as were the hats and bling. fuckin' a. i keep getting older but still do the same stuff at parties as when i was 18. i think that means im staying youthful. or immature. either or, im fine with it.
today is the "big" interview. give me a salaried raise, you punk bitches.
and im spent. holler.