Fuck you Spring
It's too fucking hot. Plain and Simple, more and more I think about moving to Alaska, I hate hot weather, I hate sweating, and more importantly, I hate having to go to work (albeit in an air conditioned booth) when it's hot out.
The weekend was a fucking blast. Slept very little but that's expected. Did the shows friday, hung out afterwards and then finally got some sleep after not sleeping thursday night and only like 2 hours friday afternoon.
Saturday we're joined by Misty for the car ride from Iowa to Indiana. On the way We drive off the road onto the grass strip due to people not knowing how to drive, we drive through terrential down pours, hear "Hollaback Girl" multiple times to which i dance each and every time. We also somehow only use 1/4 of a tank of gas on a 200 mile trip. We get to Plymouth, bust our balls setting the ring up then film the almost 3 hour show in the fucking heat. I can't wait until summer when's it's even hotter and we're in buildings that are smaller and we don't have fans. It's gonna be fucking great. Who needs Jenny Craig when ya got IWA?
After the show we tear down the ring and such, say our goodbyes and head to some random hotel near the airport because we both need to shower. I somehow pass out (go figure I've only slept 5 hours in 2 days) during this time and miss an opportunity to get something to eat prior to heading to the airport. So I end up eating a pretzel and Strawberry Shake for breakfast Sunday morning.
Get home around noon, to find the wall that was supposed to be done Sat. isn't done yet and it still isn't yet today. Anyway, I sleep for 3 more hours and then head to work Sunday night 5-11 YAY. My left arm still hurts for some reason.
Anyway, the weekend was fun, I even saw 2 midgets and an Elvis impersonator at the airport...Top that.
The weekend was a fucking blast. Slept very little but that's expected. Did the shows friday, hung out afterwards and then finally got some sleep after not sleeping thursday night and only like 2 hours friday afternoon.
Saturday we're joined by Misty for the car ride from Iowa to Indiana. On the way We drive off the road onto the grass strip due to people not knowing how to drive, we drive through terrential down pours, hear "Hollaback Girl" multiple times to which i dance each and every time. We also somehow only use 1/4 of a tank of gas on a 200 mile trip. We get to Plymouth, bust our balls setting the ring up then film the almost 3 hour show in the fucking heat. I can't wait until summer when's it's even hotter and we're in buildings that are smaller and we don't have fans. It's gonna be fucking great. Who needs Jenny Craig when ya got IWA?
After the show we tear down the ring and such, say our goodbyes and head to some random hotel near the airport because we both need to shower. I somehow pass out (go figure I've only slept 5 hours in 2 days) during this time and miss an opportunity to get something to eat prior to heading to the airport. So I end up eating a pretzel and Strawberry Shake for breakfast Sunday morning.
Get home around noon, to find the wall that was supposed to be done Sat. isn't done yet and it still isn't yet today. Anyway, I sleep for 3 more hours and then head to work Sunday night 5-11 YAY. My left arm still hurts for some reason.
Anyway, the weekend was fun, I even saw 2 midgets and an Elvis impersonator at the airport...Top that.