As promised...my evening can be defined by a big "?". I remember drinking Jager at the Punk Night show...and then......blank. This is bad. Now I'm going to assume I passed out in the back of my Blazer, but that is just speculation. I showed back up at the hotel around 5:00am and crawled into bed just in time for some girl to crawl in w/me. That was nice- but I never met her before that exact moment. Or maybe I did...we're talking about 5 hrs of unaccounted- for time spent doing god knows what.
-song appropriate for the evening "Autopilot" by Queens of The Stone Age
some things I do remember:
"You said facade you dork!"
It was great meeting all of you guys- even if I was MIA for most of it. Trust me, I'm just as clueless as anyone else. I'm ready for the next party! Good times had by all....
-song appropriate for the evening "Autopilot" by Queens of The Stone Age
some things I do remember:
"You said facade you dork!"
It was great meeting all of you guys- even if I was MIA for most of it. Trust me, I'm just as clueless as anyone else. I'm ready for the next party! Good times had by all....
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[Edited on Mar 29, 2004 5:11PM]
As far as leftovers, I was kidding. They just passed out in spoon-form and it was funny. everything the other night was funny. At least I got some affection too.