7.
My night. Via Jessica's eyes.
Patrick ended up picking me up, and we went to see Claiborne at the Brass Mug.
Let me just say this: testosterone fest. Hahah, I was a bit sleepy at this point from the wine, and I was surrounded by boys running around, screaming, hitting each other in the balls, etc. I was ONLY SLIGHTLY out of place.
The drummer from Claiborne was really nice, though, and I loved The Woodwork live. I'd heard them before, but I'm a lot more impressed with them now.
However, I have to say the best band, by far, was CANCER SLUGGGG.
Lol........ummm, yeah no. Not quite. It was ridiculous metal shit.....the kind of bands that take themselves way too seriously while they're screaming about BLOOD and CARNAGE! We stood inside to listen to them for a grand total of maybe 2 minutes before we'd had enough and decided to move on to bigger and better things.
After a strange deal went down where Claiborne's drummer bought the shirt Patrick was wearing (his favorite one) for $10 plus free Claiborne shirt, the brilliant idea of going to the Orpheum came up.
At first, I was reluctant to spend $10 to get in and not even be able to drink. Since I wasn't driving, though, I didn't really have much of a choice, and I agreed to be the designated driver at the end of the night. :P
Watching Patrick drink himself stupid was actually much more entertaining that I had originally thought it'd be!
"Mm....girl......MMMMM.........girl.....you makin mah pee pee mad hard right now" was definitely the phrase of the night, and it was said more times than I could even begin to count. He was also coming up with more creative lines such as, "I wanna put my pee pee in your vee vee." Quite the charmer. His hair was also ridiculously greasy, so of course he had to bust out the Jimmy Neutron and other AMAZINGLY ATTRACTIVE hairstyles that can only be done when his hair is in this extremely moldable state.
He really has no shame.
My stomach muscles were in pain from laughing so hardcore.
I heard this girl say the best line I've ever heard a female use. I definitely plan on stealing it now.
I guess she had been making sexy eyes at some guy a little ways away, and as he went to walk somewhere else and looked back, she goes, "Look at me!.....I WANT TO BE ON YOU! Really! I WANT TO BE ON YOU!"
Hahahaha.
I want to whisper that into someone's ear in a very quiet, inappropriate setting. Then I'll just put my hand on their thigh and stare at them. I CAN'T WAIT.
After Orpheum closed, we wandered down the street to eat pizza. Patrick showed me a magic trick where he can make part of my pizza disappear.....in his mouth. I wasn't impressed. I WAS impressed, however, by the massive amounts of garlic and parmesean cheese he was shaking into his mouth and swallowing.
It took a good 20 minutes of eating and sprinkling garlic, though, to even smell the garlic over the whiskey. CLASSSYYYY!
We saw his friend, Reagan, at the pizza place, and she invited us to a Christmas party. :D She said to make sure to bring me because I'm hotter than Patrick and have big boobs. Haha, good enough reason for me, I suppose. Then she gave us a beer, which I drank to save Patrick from himself. It was ONLY for his own good.
Throughout the entire night, there was a lot of slapping and punching going on between Patrick and I, but this point in the evening is where the real abuse occurred. I'm surprised I didn't wake up with a black eye.
As we were walking to the car, he plucked this gigantic jungle leaf off of a tree and proceeded to smack me in the face with it....but what he didn't realize (or did he?) was that his fucking THUMB was too far up the leaf, and he totally jabbed me in the eye with it. Lol.
Then as I was screaming, "PATRICK, THAT ACTUALLY HURT, YOU BITCH! I HATE YOU RIGHT NOW" he pretended to be apologetic and made me think he was going to kiss my eye to say sorry.....but INSTEAD, I was licked, and a ton of saliva was slobbered all over my eye. I....hate......spit. D:
On the drive home, we stopped at Wal-Mart to buy some cigarettes. When I came out of the bathroom, drunken Patrick was nowhere to be found. Lol, then when he picked up his phone, he decided to speak in riddles. "I may or may not be looking at the bras right now."
I found him playing Guitar Hero. Figures.
The drive home consisted of Patrick basically trying to make me wreck his car by covering my eyes with his hands at the worst possible times.
By the time we arrived at my house, it was basically 6 a.m., and my Grandma had already woken up for the day. Patrick wanted to go inside and say hi, and hilarity ensued.
She told us she was going to beat us with a broom next time we're out that late. She also walked out onto the back porch just to inform us that it is -2 degrees right now where she comes from. Lol.
Patrick ended up picking me up, and we went to see Claiborne at the Brass Mug.
Let me just say this: testosterone fest. Hahah, I was a bit sleepy at this point from the wine, and I was surrounded by boys running around, screaming, hitting each other in the balls, etc. I was ONLY SLIGHTLY out of place.
The drummer from Claiborne was really nice, though, and I loved The Woodwork live. I'd heard them before, but I'm a lot more impressed with them now.
However, I have to say the best band, by far, was CANCER SLUGGGG.
Lol........ummm, yeah no. Not quite. It was ridiculous metal shit.....the kind of bands that take themselves way too seriously while they're screaming about BLOOD and CARNAGE! We stood inside to listen to them for a grand total of maybe 2 minutes before we'd had enough and decided to move on to bigger and better things.
After a strange deal went down where Claiborne's drummer bought the shirt Patrick was wearing (his favorite one) for $10 plus free Claiborne shirt, the brilliant idea of going to the Orpheum came up.
At first, I was reluctant to spend $10 to get in and not even be able to drink. Since I wasn't driving, though, I didn't really have much of a choice, and I agreed to be the designated driver at the end of the night. :P
Watching Patrick drink himself stupid was actually much more entertaining that I had originally thought it'd be!
"Mm....girl......MMMMM.........girl.....you makin mah pee pee mad hard right now" was definitely the phrase of the night, and it was said more times than I could even begin to count. He was also coming up with more creative lines such as, "I wanna put my pee pee in your vee vee." Quite the charmer. His hair was also ridiculously greasy, so of course he had to bust out the Jimmy Neutron and other AMAZINGLY ATTRACTIVE hairstyles that can only be done when his hair is in this extremely moldable state.
He really has no shame.
My stomach muscles were in pain from laughing so hardcore.
I heard this girl say the best line I've ever heard a female use. I definitely plan on stealing it now.
I guess she had been making sexy eyes at some guy a little ways away, and as he went to walk somewhere else and looked back, she goes, "Look at me!.....I WANT TO BE ON YOU! Really! I WANT TO BE ON YOU!"
Hahahaha.
I want to whisper that into someone's ear in a very quiet, inappropriate setting. Then I'll just put my hand on their thigh and stare at them. I CAN'T WAIT.
After Orpheum closed, we wandered down the street to eat pizza. Patrick showed me a magic trick where he can make part of my pizza disappear.....in his mouth. I wasn't impressed. I WAS impressed, however, by the massive amounts of garlic and parmesean cheese he was shaking into his mouth and swallowing.
It took a good 20 minutes of eating and sprinkling garlic, though, to even smell the garlic over the whiskey. CLASSSYYYY!
We saw his friend, Reagan, at the pizza place, and she invited us to a Christmas party. :D She said to make sure to bring me because I'm hotter than Patrick and have big boobs. Haha, good enough reason for me, I suppose. Then she gave us a beer, which I drank to save Patrick from himself. It was ONLY for his own good.
Throughout the entire night, there was a lot of slapping and punching going on between Patrick and I, but this point in the evening is where the real abuse occurred. I'm surprised I didn't wake up with a black eye.
As we were walking to the car, he plucked this gigantic jungle leaf off of a tree and proceeded to smack me in the face with it....but what he didn't realize (or did he?) was that his fucking THUMB was too far up the leaf, and he totally jabbed me in the eye with it. Lol.
Then as I was screaming, "PATRICK, THAT ACTUALLY HURT, YOU BITCH! I HATE YOU RIGHT NOW" he pretended to be apologetic and made me think he was going to kiss my eye to say sorry.....but INSTEAD, I was licked, and a ton of saliva was slobbered all over my eye. I....hate......spit. D:
On the drive home, we stopped at Wal-Mart to buy some cigarettes. When I came out of the bathroom, drunken Patrick was nowhere to be found. Lol, then when he picked up his phone, he decided to speak in riddles. "I may or may not be looking at the bras right now."
I found him playing Guitar Hero. Figures.
The drive home consisted of Patrick basically trying to make me wreck his car by covering my eyes with his hands at the worst possible times.
By the time we arrived at my house, it was basically 6 a.m., and my Grandma had already woken up for the day. Patrick wanted to go inside and say hi, and hilarity ensued.
She told us she was going to beat us with a broom next time we're out that late. She also walked out onto the back porch just to inform us that it is -2 degrees right now where she comes from. Lol.