she made me cry this night..
so i would have to say that this weekend was loads of fun to a point and one fucking emotional roller-coaster, but we wont talk about that here, just the good stuff....
id have to say that it started off at my house with "cocktail hour" of old fashions with my roommates, strong old fashions... which include bourbon (4 shots) sugar, ice, water, and fruit... one intense drink... any-who i left from my house at 10pmish and drove to sweet lou's to support a good friend, eddie picnic's, band, take the wall, www.myspace.com/takethewall.... oh just kidding it was not take the wall that was playing but ill plug them anyway, it was mr. cliff and the monsters, my bad....i promise i am not wasted now but i was then :)... show started at 1030pmish, great show... now plans were to celebrate dan's birthday with him, so i wanted to leave sweet lou's by 11pm, but not till i had two beers with the bands and until bree, tori, and betsy meet me at sweet lou's... they took to long so a change of plans, meet at dans... here are some pics of the night at dans
"yeah its my birthday"
"and i can dance it i want to"
"or i can tell you a drunk story" says the birthday boi dan
arron and i... kiss kiss hug hug
this is where i tell dan, "i can dance if i want to"
and with who ever i want to
or get pulled into a room for some x-rated shit, whos hand is that?
some times timeouts by the fires are needed, kisses
i did not know that these two would be my saviors at the end of the night, thanks sean and arron... i heart you two..
dans was amazing except for the ending of the night when i sprained my ankle on the evil wet grass... yet it was probably a sign telling me not to drive home. so arron and his buddy sean came to my rescue with knowing how to drive a stick, and drove me home.. and home is where i had a very emotional drunkin conversation with my roommate for like hours about the sex, drung and rock n roll of our lives... 230amish is when i finally went to bed, and 7am is when i woke up due to the pain of my swollen ankle... and that is when i started drinking again and taking meds for the pain, along with posting on myspace for crutches... and that is where picnic came into the picture....
picnic came over saturday morning around 8amish to be my lil helper, and oh what a helper he was.... movies, cuddle time, naps, all platonic.... then i was kidnapped by picnic to the east bay for the sore thumbs bbq, or what we thought was just a bbq, but it was also a birthday party... it was cool but picnic, steve-o and i were done with the party and it was only 930pm so we went to a bar in Berkeley near steve-o house on shattak (sp).... good times there, we eat bought each other a round of drinks played pool, i kicked ass till i scratched on the 8ball... yeah me....left the bar, went back to steve-o's, made veggie burgers, meet his lovely lady, and then crashed.... that is pretty much my weekend, the rest is not that exciting....
hope you enjoyed a glimpse of my life...
id have to say that it started off at my house with "cocktail hour" of old fashions with my roommates, strong old fashions... which include bourbon (4 shots) sugar, ice, water, and fruit... one intense drink... any-who i left from my house at 10pmish and drove to sweet lou's to support a good friend, eddie picnic's, band, take the wall, www.myspace.com/takethewall.... oh just kidding it was not take the wall that was playing but ill plug them anyway, it was mr. cliff and the monsters, my bad....i promise i am not wasted now but i was then :)... show started at 1030pmish, great show... now plans were to celebrate dan's birthday with him, so i wanted to leave sweet lou's by 11pm, but not till i had two beers with the bands and until bree, tori, and betsy meet me at sweet lou's... they took to long so a change of plans, meet at dans... here are some pics of the night at dans
"yeah its my birthday"
"and i can dance it i want to"
"or i can tell you a drunk story" says the birthday boi dan
arron and i... kiss kiss hug hug
this is where i tell dan, "i can dance if i want to"
and with who ever i want to
or get pulled into a room for some x-rated shit, whos hand is that?
some times timeouts by the fires are needed, kisses
i did not know that these two would be my saviors at the end of the night, thanks sean and arron... i heart you two..
dans was amazing except for the ending of the night when i sprained my ankle on the evil wet grass... yet it was probably a sign telling me not to drive home. so arron and his buddy sean came to my rescue with knowing how to drive a stick, and drove me home.. and home is where i had a very emotional drunkin conversation with my roommate for like hours about the sex, drung and rock n roll of our lives... 230amish is when i finally went to bed, and 7am is when i woke up due to the pain of my swollen ankle... and that is when i started drinking again and taking meds for the pain, along with posting on myspace for crutches... and that is where picnic came into the picture....
picnic came over saturday morning around 8amish to be my lil helper, and oh what a helper he was.... movies, cuddle time, naps, all platonic.... then i was kidnapped by picnic to the east bay for the sore thumbs bbq, or what we thought was just a bbq, but it was also a birthday party... it was cool but picnic, steve-o and i were done with the party and it was only 930pm so we went to a bar in Berkeley near steve-o house on shattak (sp).... good times there, we eat bought each other a round of drinks played pool, i kicked ass till i scratched on the 8ball... yeah me....left the bar, went back to steve-o's, made veggie burgers, meet his lovely lady, and then crashed.... that is pretty much my weekend, the rest is not that exciting....
hope you enjoyed a glimpse of my life...