Last night was the Clorox girls show for Slats memorial.
Lessons learned, while in a bar in Pioneer square, doing shots of whiskey with Justin from Clorox girls, then him buying beers, is a bad idea. Somewhere Someone decided I was too drunk (I wasn't even Evan/Funhouse/Blacked out drunk!) and said I should leave, right before the clorox girls fucking go on. I watched there set from the doorway.
The night was fun though. Ran into some friends I don't see a lot. Made friends with strangers, and witnessed a shit ton of coke going up peoples nasal passages, along with just about everyone there getting pretty fucked up. It's the way Slats would have done it himself I don't doubt.
Memories tucked away that I'll always cherish.
Lessons learned, while in a bar in Pioneer square, doing shots of whiskey with Justin from Clorox girls, then him buying beers, is a bad idea. Somewhere Someone decided I was too drunk (I wasn't even Evan/Funhouse/Blacked out drunk!) and said I should leave, right before the clorox girls fucking go on. I watched there set from the doorway.
The night was fun though. Ran into some friends I don't see a lot. Made friends with strangers, and witnessed a shit ton of coke going up peoples nasal passages, along with just about everyone there getting pretty fucked up. It's the way Slats would have done it himself I don't doubt.
Memories tucked away that I'll always cherish.
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I'm dumb, clearly. Haha.
Anyways, Ceannie came down for the chatter's party. He is a crazy fucking scot, and a total lightweight.