okay, it may not have been the MOST awesome night ever, but it was pretty fuckin' good.
went to indy for the show, got to see the boys. the show sucked. hahahaha. The Emerson, one of Indy's very few all-ages venues is a hollowed out movie theater. it's over-amped, and has no baffles, so sound always sucks. as far as from a filming standpoint, i'm lucky if i got 5 useable minutes of footage (memorial weekend show at the metro, smae length set, i could easily pull 20 minutes of useable). the guys at the door kept losing the guestlist, so there was a shitload of confusion, and a bunch of friends that should've gotten in for nil had to pay at the door. alex is playing drums with an almost broken arm. brandon and vice (the new and old keyboardists, respectively) didn't work out vince's farewell at the end of the show, show there was an assload of confusion. for fifteen minutes sarah's amp wasn't even coming through the p.a., adam's mic was screeching the whole show. yeah, all in all, a fucked performance. quite honestly the worst i've ever seen them do, through no (well, few) fault of their own.
but, the shitty little keraoke bar across the street has become a favorite of ours. the boys and i, all our friends, we took the motherfucker over and had an awesome time. i have blackmail worthy video of everyone doing baaaaaaaad keraoke. it was awesome. we left the bar to come back to bloomington (i left earlier than everyone to secure the beer situation here at home - indiana: liquor stores close at midnight, it's 11:30, and our roommate says that every liquor store in bloomington is closed. which is bullshit. they close at 12. he's a fucking liar) anyway, i'm leaving the bar, and miraculously find a liquor store two blocks away. this carries our holy grail. something we had only thought existed in our dreams, as it's (virtually) impossible to find in indiana (we'd certainly never found it before) - PBR tallboys. FUCKING PBR TALLBOYS!
since beer has now been secured ( 24 pbr's resting snugly in my trunk), and the return trip to bloomington can now be postponed, we go back to the bar and watch more awesomely bad keraoke and have a few more drinks before leaving. let's just say i shouldn't have been making the 1.5 hour drive back, but fuck it all, i did, and with no problems.
back to b'ton, more drinking, watch the latest episode of six feet under on "on-demand" (we have fallen in love with our hbo on demand subscription - most awesome invention for the tv ever). and, since my classes this semester have no attendance policies, i feel as though i don't have a care in the world.
so, i make out with a long-standing friend for three hours (yeah, i wanted more. but she wasn't havin' it. she doesn't know what she missed.) and pass out.
in the morning (early afternoon) when i get up, matt and i do our brotherly duty and go to tace bell. fuck i love taco bell. NEW MENU ITEMS!!!!! the beef & potato burrito rocks. taco bell. we fucking love taco bell in this house. i cannot express what taco bell means to us. we especially love that it's right across the street from our favorite bar here at home, so we can walk over, grab something, and bring it back into the bar when we're out.
anyway, taco bell with matt. it's what we do.
so yeah, all-in-all, a great night. and boys will be back in three days for another week and a half at home. debauchery shall, as is the way, ensue.
now, if you'll excuse me, i'm hungry. i'm gonna go get some more taco bell, and drink a tallboy of pbr, and it's gonna fucking rip.
...now if only i could find a girl who enjoys these things as much as i... and lives nearby... and isn't psycho. that too, would rip.
went to indy for the show, got to see the boys. the show sucked. hahahaha. The Emerson, one of Indy's very few all-ages venues is a hollowed out movie theater. it's over-amped, and has no baffles, so sound always sucks. as far as from a filming standpoint, i'm lucky if i got 5 useable minutes of footage (memorial weekend show at the metro, smae length set, i could easily pull 20 minutes of useable). the guys at the door kept losing the guestlist, so there was a shitload of confusion, and a bunch of friends that should've gotten in for nil had to pay at the door. alex is playing drums with an almost broken arm. brandon and vice (the new and old keyboardists, respectively) didn't work out vince's farewell at the end of the show, show there was an assload of confusion. for fifteen minutes sarah's amp wasn't even coming through the p.a., adam's mic was screeching the whole show. yeah, all in all, a fucked performance. quite honestly the worst i've ever seen them do, through no (well, few) fault of their own.
but, the shitty little keraoke bar across the street has become a favorite of ours. the boys and i, all our friends, we took the motherfucker over and had an awesome time. i have blackmail worthy video of everyone doing baaaaaaaad keraoke. it was awesome. we left the bar to come back to bloomington (i left earlier than everyone to secure the beer situation here at home - indiana: liquor stores close at midnight, it's 11:30, and our roommate says that every liquor store in bloomington is closed. which is bullshit. they close at 12. he's a fucking liar) anyway, i'm leaving the bar, and miraculously find a liquor store two blocks away. this carries our holy grail. something we had only thought existed in our dreams, as it's (virtually) impossible to find in indiana (we'd certainly never found it before) - PBR tallboys. FUCKING PBR TALLBOYS!
since beer has now been secured ( 24 pbr's resting snugly in my trunk), and the return trip to bloomington can now be postponed, we go back to the bar and watch more awesomely bad keraoke and have a few more drinks before leaving. let's just say i shouldn't have been making the 1.5 hour drive back, but fuck it all, i did, and with no problems.
back to b'ton, more drinking, watch the latest episode of six feet under on "on-demand" (we have fallen in love with our hbo on demand subscription - most awesome invention for the tv ever). and, since my classes this semester have no attendance policies, i feel as though i don't have a care in the world.
so, i make out with a long-standing friend for three hours (yeah, i wanted more. but she wasn't havin' it. she doesn't know what she missed.) and pass out.
in the morning (early afternoon) when i get up, matt and i do our brotherly duty and go to tace bell. fuck i love taco bell. NEW MENU ITEMS!!!!! the beef & potato burrito rocks. taco bell. we fucking love taco bell in this house. i cannot express what taco bell means to us. we especially love that it's right across the street from our favorite bar here at home, so we can walk over, grab something, and bring it back into the bar when we're out.
anyway, taco bell with matt. it's what we do.
so yeah, all-in-all, a great night. and boys will be back in three days for another week and a half at home. debauchery shall, as is the way, ensue.
now, if you'll excuse me, i'm hungry. i'm gonna go get some more taco bell, and drink a tallboy of pbr, and it's gonna fucking rip.
...now if only i could find a girl who enjoys these things as much as i... and lives nearby... and isn't psycho. that too, would rip.
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thirtyseven:
a friend of mine took pics...
kharnalbloodlust:
much better than saying what's on my mind i suppose. don't want to sound pathetic or anything.