Last night how I remember it:
I feel craptacular, so I take a shower after I get back from a fun filled day at Jerry's (workie) and change in to some comfey ass clothes. I toss in Ghostbusters II, take a nice healthy dose of Tylenol Cold & Flu Severe and lay down.
As far as I know, I passed the fuck out.
I failed to realize that when the the bottle said "SEVERE", they weren't fucking around.
What ACTUALLY happened:
I come home from work, shower, get all cozy, pound some of the above mentioned cough syrup, pop in Ghostbusters II and plop on the couch.
THE FOLLOWING EVENTS ARE AS MY FRIENDS DICTATED THEM TO ME.
Garrett and Rachael show up at my place around 11:00, they inform me that UCB F'ed Up and Illegal Vids is happening at midnight. I, having no regard for my condition whatsoever, am totally gung-ho up for it.
Being that my two peers reside in the Valley, they nominate me to act as navagator for the trip out to Hollywood. Apparently I do so with the greatest of masterfulness or whatever. (can't think of a better way of putting it, fuck you)
Anyways, we get there no problem at all, and the line is HUGE. We're not even sure if we're gonna be able to score tickest, but luckly, the comedy gods were shining on us that night.
We were also concerned whether or not were would be able to score good seats or not, but I apperently jumped in an pulled a Ford Prefect on these two people who were sitting with two seats on each side, it apparently took me 5 minutes to convince them to scoot over so the three of us could sit togeather. Apparently it WAS rocket science
Then the show started, I'm guessing Besser and Walsh were as funny and blatenly offensive as usual, but one thing that I'm having trouble believing is that they apparently got me on stage, gave me the name "Beethoven", and started giving me whipits. Although, if that is what happend, dude. That's awesome. However, I'm pretty sure I would remember doing whipits with Matt Besser and Matt Walsh.
But on the other hand I don't even remember going to Hollywood last night so I guess anything could have happened.
Anyways I guess not much else happened after that other than I got even more fucked up than I probably already was.
Regardless, I woke up this morning feeling just as horrible as I did yesterday so I'm gonna try and see a doctor.
God I hope the free clinic's open today.
I feel craptacular, so I take a shower after I get back from a fun filled day at Jerry's (workie) and change in to some comfey ass clothes. I toss in Ghostbusters II, take a nice healthy dose of Tylenol Cold & Flu Severe and lay down.
As far as I know, I passed the fuck out.
I failed to realize that when the the bottle said "SEVERE", they weren't fucking around.
What ACTUALLY happened:
I come home from work, shower, get all cozy, pound some of the above mentioned cough syrup, pop in Ghostbusters II and plop on the couch.
THE FOLLOWING EVENTS ARE AS MY FRIENDS DICTATED THEM TO ME.
Garrett and Rachael show up at my place around 11:00, they inform me that UCB F'ed Up and Illegal Vids is happening at midnight. I, having no regard for my condition whatsoever, am totally gung-ho up for it.
Being that my two peers reside in the Valley, they nominate me to act as navagator for the trip out to Hollywood. Apparently I do so with the greatest of masterfulness or whatever. (can't think of a better way of putting it, fuck you)
Anyways, we get there no problem at all, and the line is HUGE. We're not even sure if we're gonna be able to score tickest, but luckly, the comedy gods were shining on us that night.
We were also concerned whether or not were would be able to score good seats or not, but I apperently jumped in an pulled a Ford Prefect on these two people who were sitting with two seats on each side, it apparently took me 5 minutes to convince them to scoot over so the three of us could sit togeather. Apparently it WAS rocket science
Then the show started, I'm guessing Besser and Walsh were as funny and blatenly offensive as usual, but one thing that I'm having trouble believing is that they apparently got me on stage, gave me the name "Beethoven", and started giving me whipits. Although, if that is what happend, dude. That's awesome. However, I'm pretty sure I would remember doing whipits with Matt Besser and Matt Walsh.
But on the other hand I don't even remember going to Hollywood last night so I guess anything could have happened.
Anyways I guess not much else happened after that other than I got even more fucked up than I probably already was.
Regardless, I woke up this morning feeling just as horrible as I did yesterday so I'm gonna try and see a doctor.
God I hope the free clinic's open today.
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hotcurry:
How are you feeling?
timeandtimeagain:
hey dude...hope you feel better soon...thats some crazytown night you had, its mad you cant rememeber it!!...by the way um...whats a whipet? 