I'll miss you most of all, Scarecrow.
Wow, what an amazing night.
Tristan and I went down to Olympia to see our friends play a show. It turned into the biggest, bestest ruinion of old friends.
First of all, I wanted to say that Avenue Rose (my friends Jason's band) was just fanfuckingtastic. For those of you who don't know him, Jason is one of the many talented musicians in my life. I was so proud and happy for him when seeing his band tonight for the first time.
Showing up to the show were a ton of people I haven't seen since highschool. My good friend Andy was there, I was so happy to see him I kissed him. He gave me a hug, and then showed me his colostomy bag. WTF??? Immidiately the band started playing and without missing a beat Andy and I started dancing. No explination needed, I suppose.
I then ran into my dear friend Sara, and she was good enough to tag along as we all ran all over 4th Ave. I also saw my friend Peter. Tristan, of course, saw a fuck ton of people he knew.
I was so encredably psyched to spend time with three friends that are very much like brothers to me:
Jason Paul Mendoza, Appleby, and Vinnie. It has been almost a year since I had seen Jason and Appleby, and I haven't seen Vinnie since highschool. So I ran around with them, caught up on things, and had a fucking blast. I missed those guys so much. YOU FUCKERS BETTER CALL ME! I will piss on your smoking remains.
SO yeah, needless to say, running around 4th Ave basically translates to bar-hopping. This was the first time I have step foot in a bar since I quit drinking. I have to say, I am very proud of myself. I didn't drink at all, and I didn't even get bored, twitchy, or even bitchy! Well, not too bitchy. I even had the balls to get up front at the show and dance. I have NEVER danced in public sober. It really helped me a lot that Tristan stayed sober with me tonight, thank you so very much Tristan. I know it wasn't really a favor to me since you don't drink, but I appriciated it none the less.
I am very very happy right now. This is the most fun I've had in a long time. I went to a local, rowdy punk show, watched Jasons band kick sooooooo much ass, saw many much beloved friends, and ran around Olympia in a pack of crazies, singing dancing and being generally rediculous. I never before thought that I could have this kind of night sober, I just thought I couldn't do it, and I can't believe I actually feel this, but I feel like I would have missed out on so much if I would have gotten shit-faced, even in the company of some fun-ass hooligans.
So yeah, to the above mentioned people, I love you all so very much, and I had the best night with you guys. Take care of yourselves. AND CALL ME, DAMN IT.
Tristan and I went down to Olympia to see our friends play a show. It turned into the biggest, bestest ruinion of old friends.
First of all, I wanted to say that Avenue Rose (my friends Jason's band) was just fanfuckingtastic. For those of you who don't know him, Jason is one of the many talented musicians in my life. I was so proud and happy for him when seeing his band tonight for the first time.
Showing up to the show were a ton of people I haven't seen since highschool. My good friend Andy was there, I was so happy to see him I kissed him. He gave me a hug, and then showed me his colostomy bag. WTF??? Immidiately the band started playing and without missing a beat Andy and I started dancing. No explination needed, I suppose.
I then ran into my dear friend Sara, and she was good enough to tag along as we all ran all over 4th Ave. I also saw my friend Peter. Tristan, of course, saw a fuck ton of people he knew.
I was so encredably psyched to spend time with three friends that are very much like brothers to me:
Jason Paul Mendoza, Appleby, and Vinnie. It has been almost a year since I had seen Jason and Appleby, and I haven't seen Vinnie since highschool. So I ran around with them, caught up on things, and had a fucking blast. I missed those guys so much. YOU FUCKERS BETTER CALL ME! I will piss on your smoking remains.
SO yeah, needless to say, running around 4th Ave basically translates to bar-hopping. This was the first time I have step foot in a bar since I quit drinking. I have to say, I am very proud of myself. I didn't drink at all, and I didn't even get bored, twitchy, or even bitchy! Well, not too bitchy. I even had the balls to get up front at the show and dance. I have NEVER danced in public sober. It really helped me a lot that Tristan stayed sober with me tonight, thank you so very much Tristan. I know it wasn't really a favor to me since you don't drink, but I appriciated it none the less.
I am very very happy right now. This is the most fun I've had in a long time. I went to a local, rowdy punk show, watched Jasons band kick sooooooo much ass, saw many much beloved friends, and ran around Olympia in a pack of crazies, singing dancing and being generally rediculous. I never before thought that I could have this kind of night sober, I just thought I couldn't do it, and I can't believe I actually feel this, but I feel like I would have missed out on so much if I would have gotten shit-faced, even in the company of some fun-ass hooligans.
So yeah, to the above mentioned people, I love you all so very much, and I had the best night with you guys. Take care of yourselves. AND CALL ME, DAMN IT.