Went to the East Side Lounge for the SGATLiens Post Thanksgiving Meet... Had a good time but didn't meet any SGATLiens. TeamJamanda, SupaSpyck (non-SG longtime friend) and I all showed up and were looking for anyone we might recognize, and even asked around a bit to find out if anyone we didn't recognize was in some way related... To no avail. We had a good time though, and did meet some new blood (Alex, Heidi, and Phelix) that we'll probably meet up with again in the future. The ESL is a really nice joint too, with good music, nice decor, non-pretentious atmosphere and very friendly bartenders.
We dropped off TeamJamanda and proceeded to Marietta where SupaSpyck is staying while in-town, seizing an opportunity at a hearty meal at the local Waffle House against my better judgement. The crew was simply bizarre, and we were soon joined by a number of 35-50 year-old ladies who had just gotten done at some Cowboy bar down the road, evidently none too soon as the alchohol level seemed to be thick in the air. As SP and I were roped into conversation, the pseudonyms sprouted forth in a surreal manner: I assumed the unlikely name of Jerry while SP is assumes my name, Chris. Drunkenness and absolute back-woods weirdness ensues as we proceed to finish our meal and attempt to vacate without offending the banshees.
We make our way to SP's lodgings, I depart, and am subsequently side-swiped by some crazy ass bitch in a Toyota Echo, who procedes to bump me from behind afterwords as I am coming to a stop. The police said it was clearly her fault, so I'm not too worried about it, however, it seems somewhat insane as I've never had any kind of association with another driver in that manner.
The grip of exhaustion tightens and my eyes grow heavy. Speak to me... tell me your tales in my dreams; whisper through the dark behind my eyes. Let me hear you say the names of the unknown, weave a picture of your id in the pattern of my breath.
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We dropped off TeamJamanda and proceeded to Marietta where SupaSpyck is staying while in-town, seizing an opportunity at a hearty meal at the local Waffle House against my better judgement. The crew was simply bizarre, and we were soon joined by a number of 35-50 year-old ladies who had just gotten done at some Cowboy bar down the road, evidently none too soon as the alchohol level seemed to be thick in the air. As SP and I were roped into conversation, the pseudonyms sprouted forth in a surreal manner: I assumed the unlikely name of Jerry while SP is assumes my name, Chris. Drunkenness and absolute back-woods weirdness ensues as we proceed to finish our meal and attempt to vacate without offending the banshees.
We make our way to SP's lodgings, I depart, and am subsequently side-swiped by some crazy ass bitch in a Toyota Echo, who procedes to bump me from behind afterwords as I am coming to a stop. The police said it was clearly her fault, so I'm not too worried about it, however, it seems somewhat insane as I've never had any kind of association with another driver in that manner.
The grip of exhaustion tightens and my eyes grow heavy. Speak to me... tell me your tales in my dreams; whisper through the dark behind my eyes. Let me hear you say the names of the unknown, weave a picture of your id in the pattern of my breath.
[k]
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marlowe:
oh, that sucks. Yeah... after my other party was over at around 2am I thought I would give yoiu a call... I guess that was after all that shite happened
last_firstborn:
ESL sounds cool...I didn't make it out there, unfortunately. But I'll see you on the 11th for sure.