Oh I love life. So very much. Things are honestly too good. With the exception of this degreaser-inflicted cough, and this weird metallic taste in my mouth that won't go away.
Bottle of wine with Jimmer on Wednesday, flying solo at Shorty's. Ben shows for a bit, takes off. Angela's there for a bit, assaults both of my assholes, takes off. I eventually head up to Funhouse.
Joanna-double-whiskeys get me drunk. Chat with Ben and Jenn and Joanna, I guess Ben and I were hitting on the same girl and cock blocking eachother. I don't remember who she was, but I do remember hitting on a girl. Earlyer night, sleep in the van.
Thursday, head to Singles going Steady, pick up a record or two, talk to Byron for about an hour about music and books. Oh I love chatting with Byron. Always the weirdest stories.
Head up to the hill to hang out with my favorite Tambourine Man. We run a few (near) pointless errands and get stuck in traffic, him yelling the entire time at every car. Thai place for dinner to see the Stranger (who's name I now know..damn) many jokes are had. It's rare when I'm walking down the street in Seattle anyone yells my name to grab my attention..but I suppose now that most of my friends are in Seattle now it's going to be happening more often. Bumped into Sera and her friend ..oh god I'm bad with names.
While at the thrift store, I'm wearing my Harry Perry t-shirt (from Venice Beach, random street musician) and this guy comes up to me all excited, 'Hey man! Harry Perry!" lifts up his sweater, and he's wearing the same shirt. Fucking random as shit.
Head to Mark Sparkles show. Hang out with Eric (oh I love his scruffy beard) and Ben. Introduced to about 10 people who I don't even remember their names now (once again, awful with names) Great fucking show. The touring band? Two piece, drums and a guitar the guy made out of a fucking skateboard. Golden. Mark Sparkles were fucking great. Eric was god damn hilarious onstage. He dedicated a song to me about drinking too much and doing dumb things, and pole danced while playing tambourine on his ass. Gold.
After being picked up by his drunk-bearded-ass by my testicles almost, I finally make the trek home. It's good to be home in my warm apartment, and not my shitty van.
I wish this damn cough and metallic taste in my mouth would just go away. Life is too much fun.
Bottle of wine with Jimmer on Wednesday, flying solo at Shorty's. Ben shows for a bit, takes off. Angela's there for a bit, assaults both of my assholes, takes off. I eventually head up to Funhouse.
Joanna-double-whiskeys get me drunk. Chat with Ben and Jenn and Joanna, I guess Ben and I were hitting on the same girl and cock blocking eachother. I don't remember who she was, but I do remember hitting on a girl. Earlyer night, sleep in the van.
Thursday, head to Singles going Steady, pick up a record or two, talk to Byron for about an hour about music and books. Oh I love chatting with Byron. Always the weirdest stories.
Head up to the hill to hang out with my favorite Tambourine Man. We run a few (near) pointless errands and get stuck in traffic, him yelling the entire time at every car. Thai place for dinner to see the Stranger (who's name I now know..damn) many jokes are had. It's rare when I'm walking down the street in Seattle anyone yells my name to grab my attention..but I suppose now that most of my friends are in Seattle now it's going to be happening more often. Bumped into Sera and her friend ..oh god I'm bad with names.
While at the thrift store, I'm wearing my Harry Perry t-shirt (from Venice Beach, random street musician) and this guy comes up to me all excited, 'Hey man! Harry Perry!" lifts up his sweater, and he's wearing the same shirt. Fucking random as shit.
Head to Mark Sparkles show. Hang out with Eric (oh I love his scruffy beard) and Ben. Introduced to about 10 people who I don't even remember their names now (once again, awful with names) Great fucking show. The touring band? Two piece, drums and a guitar the guy made out of a fucking skateboard. Golden. Mark Sparkles were fucking great. Eric was god damn hilarious onstage. He dedicated a song to me about drinking too much and doing dumb things, and pole danced while playing tambourine on his ass. Gold.
After being picked up by his drunk-bearded-ass by my testicles almost, I finally make the trek home. It's good to be home in my warm apartment, and not my shitty van.
I wish this damn cough and metallic taste in my mouth would just go away. Life is too much fun.
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remj:
If you're ever in Chicago, I will recommend Irazu - a costa rican place with oatmeal milkshakes. Short of that, I can still recommend Havana in BC.
remj:
I met a lot of people. Mike? Several. I don't recall them being tall irish red-headed dudes though. Oh wait...hm. Maybe? And maybe we can discuss over a bottle of wine tomorrow?