RECAP!!!!
Friday- Worked until close, w/e gotta get paid! Took a shower at Chex's and Claire's house and took Care, Kelly, and Becca to Care's house; but not before stopping at the Exxon (ehich by the way is getting crazy as fuck!). Care got mad at me and I bought 2 sixers of pussy drink (Skyy and Smirnoff). I got to the parking lot at revolver before anyone else; I was on the phone with Care when I looked in my rear view mirror...a fucking bum, and one that I have given money to before, i hate bums. "Hey buddy, are ya in a giving mood tonite?" "Not really." "Well are ya sure? You're gonna go into a club with lots of beautiful girls in it..." (phone sez:)"HE HAS A GIRLFRIEND!" "I have a girlfriend man." "Oh...sorry." I ended up giving him some money and a drink and he left me alone. Mike D, Catchy and Carla got there a little later and we started drinking. More people showed up (including the b-day girl), more drinks were introduced, a bum that played any song you told him to was rockin out on his broken guitar....we had a party in the parking lot. A cop pulled up. Fuck. "Hey guys, I did it when I was young, just make sure you put the bottles in one spot." And he drove away. Sweet. I drank my shit, and then some (threw up, Im a pansy) and we all went in. Revolver is the best club. Good music, great atmosphere. We left around 4:15am. Drove to Chex's and passed out.
Saturday- Woke up at 9:30 for some reason. Picked up Care, Becca, and Kelly and we went to the Flutaug (however you spell that shit). It was interesting, we left and decided to go to Stoupsy's and then come back. We ate, went back, saw my brother, dropped everyone off after stealing mad signs and got ready for work. I picked up Bryan, got to work right on time, closed. Went to Chex's, a lot of people were there. I was mad tired, I left w/ Care back to my house and passed the fuck out.
Sunday- Woke up at 10:00ish, drank my usual cafe con leche, felt queasy after. I got up like 5 minutes later and threw up (Im I drunk if I dont drink? Maybe.) I felt like shit. I took Care home, picked up Bryan and took him to work (our schedule is all fucked up). On the way back to pick up Bryan I was listening to Harvest by Niel Young and I was looking around and was overcome by this intense depression. I felt so sad. Im realy gonna miss Miami when I leave, everything about it. After dropping off Bryan I went home and talked with my parents for awhile. I think Im just stressed out w/ work and everything in general. I went to work and closed (again). Came home.
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Saturday- Woke up at 9:30 for some reason. Picked up Care, Becca, and Kelly and we went to the Flutaug (however you spell that shit). It was interesting, we left and decided to go to Stoupsy's and then come back. We ate, went back, saw my brother, dropped everyone off after stealing mad signs and got ready for work. I picked up Bryan, got to work right on time, closed. Went to Chex's, a lot of people were there. I was mad tired, I left w/ Care back to my house and passed the fuck out.
Sunday- Woke up at 10:00ish, drank my usual cafe con leche, felt queasy after. I got up like 5 minutes later and threw up (Im I drunk if I dont drink? Maybe.) I felt like shit. I took Care home, picked up Bryan and took him to work (our schedule is all fucked up). On the way back to pick up Bryan I was listening to Harvest by Niel Young and I was looking around and was overcome by this intense depression. I felt so sad. Im realy gonna miss Miami when I leave, everything about it. After dropping off Bryan I went home and talked with my parents for awhile. I think Im just stressed out w/ work and everything in general. I went to work and closed (again). Came home.
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