weekend in review:
friday- did laundry. pabst. played old jungle records with chandiqua. met up with boyfriend-not-boyfriend for the year-and-a-half post-trauma do-i-still-love-you? talk. fell asleep before i came to a conclusion.
saturday- had to be at airport at eight am. flight changed three times, got a travel voucher! prop plane to st.louis, decided that in stl they call airplanes "err-planes". thought that was funny. bigger plane w/ more legroom to louisville. promoter picked us up and drove us to cincinnati. ate flautas. saw cops on horseback. went to club. found a corner. sat there. saw old friends. drank. played records. drank. remember screaming over the bass to matty on the cell phone and taking shots with the deep house dj. dude from cbs asked me to come to casting call for the bachelor. laughed at him. felt sorry for the chick interviewing me. belligerent. staff at club rude. yelled at management. signed some papers. threw my record case down a flight of stairs. found more beer. made chandon write on my stomach. showed old skating scars to this kid with a funny hat and a broken wrist. danced to eighties music. watched our ride stop the car and kick over a whole row of plastic newspaper vending container things because his cd started skipping. it was six am so we bought more beer. i guess this is sunday now. huh?
sunday- fell asleep and woke up and saw mowgli with a permanent marker in his hand. guy videotaping. i had cat whiskers on my face. and on my hand "i am islamic, please search me". second weekend in a row i wake up tagged after a show. had to rush to the airport. offroaded in suburban neighborhood? got to airport...still intoxicated with "i am islamic" written on my hand. prop plane to chicago. crappy chinese food. prop plane to madison. thirty minutes waiting for baggage. taxi home. ordered food. slept from four pm sunday to 8 thirty this morning.
i'm waiting for the evidence to trickle in.
i typically practice moderation but this was the damage on saturday night-
1- weak margarita
1- dos equis con lima
3- leineys red
4- coronas
1- chocolate martini
2- cranberry + vodka
1- shot jack
1- shot jager (*gag*)
1- rolling rock
2- fosters
it's not something i'm necessarily proud of, but i was really entertained.
friday- did laundry. pabst. played old jungle records with chandiqua. met up with boyfriend-not-boyfriend for the year-and-a-half post-trauma do-i-still-love-you? talk. fell asleep before i came to a conclusion.
saturday- had to be at airport at eight am. flight changed three times, got a travel voucher! prop plane to st.louis, decided that in stl they call airplanes "err-planes". thought that was funny. bigger plane w/ more legroom to louisville. promoter picked us up and drove us to cincinnati. ate flautas. saw cops on horseback. went to club. found a corner. sat there. saw old friends. drank. played records. drank. remember screaming over the bass to matty on the cell phone and taking shots with the deep house dj. dude from cbs asked me to come to casting call for the bachelor. laughed at him. felt sorry for the chick interviewing me. belligerent. staff at club rude. yelled at management. signed some papers. threw my record case down a flight of stairs. found more beer. made chandon write on my stomach. showed old skating scars to this kid with a funny hat and a broken wrist. danced to eighties music. watched our ride stop the car and kick over a whole row of plastic newspaper vending container things because his cd started skipping. it was six am so we bought more beer. i guess this is sunday now. huh?
sunday- fell asleep and woke up and saw mowgli with a permanent marker in his hand. guy videotaping. i had cat whiskers on my face. and on my hand "i am islamic, please search me". second weekend in a row i wake up tagged after a show. had to rush to the airport. offroaded in suburban neighborhood? got to airport...still intoxicated with "i am islamic" written on my hand. prop plane to chicago. crappy chinese food. prop plane to madison. thirty minutes waiting for baggage. taxi home. ordered food. slept from four pm sunday to 8 thirty this morning.
i'm waiting for the evidence to trickle in.
i typically practice moderation but this was the damage on saturday night-
1- weak margarita
1- dos equis con lima
3- leineys red
4- coronas
1- chocolate martini
2- cranberry + vodka
1- shot jack
1- shot jager (*gag*)
1- rolling rock
2- fosters
it's not something i'm necessarily proud of, but i was really entertained.
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sorry about the russina boss
you should try to drink him under the table