Ivan can eat a bag of dicks.
This weekend has been awful.
It started pouring Thursday night, and didn't stop untill last night. Everything flooded. I wanted to get out of work early, as I suspected this would happen and I'd have a hard time getting home. No dice. I had to try to make one more delivery, which, of course, was futile. Their road was flooded. I left work at 4:20, it took me half an hour to get out of McKeesport, which is longer than what it usually takes me to get home. Every road to get to my house was closed, traffic was a mess. I stayed at Joe's for about 45 minutes and tried a couple other ways home. I finally walked in my door at 9:30, and promptly had to change and walk back out the door to get to the show.
We didn't have any gear, because the rain kept us away from my dad's house. The other local band let us use their shit. We played some new tunes, a couple Ramones covers. I think we did pretty well. The Bloody Hollies and the Husbands were both awesome. A lot of fun. The pub was dead, of course, but given the weather I didn't expect anyone to be there.
I went to my dad's this afternoon to shower, because we have no water. Turns out I got the last shower at my dad's, too. Florida should keep their filthy storms, and I owe Meghan more vodka.
Also, Harrison Ford completely ruined my day. "You call him Docta Jones!"
It started pouring Thursday night, and didn't stop untill last night. Everything flooded. I wanted to get out of work early, as I suspected this would happen and I'd have a hard time getting home. No dice. I had to try to make one more delivery, which, of course, was futile. Their road was flooded. I left work at 4:20, it took me half an hour to get out of McKeesport, which is longer than what it usually takes me to get home. Every road to get to my house was closed, traffic was a mess. I stayed at Joe's for about 45 minutes and tried a couple other ways home. I finally walked in my door at 9:30, and promptly had to change and walk back out the door to get to the show.
We didn't have any gear, because the rain kept us away from my dad's house. The other local band let us use their shit. We played some new tunes, a couple Ramones covers. I think we did pretty well. The Bloody Hollies and the Husbands were both awesome. A lot of fun. The pub was dead, of course, but given the weather I didn't expect anyone to be there.
I went to my dad's this afternoon to shower, because we have no water. Turns out I got the last shower at my dad's, too. Florida should keep their filthy storms, and I owe Meghan more vodka.
Also, Harrison Ford completely ruined my day. "You call him Docta Jones!"