Fern's, baby, Fern's...
Lordylordylordy, what a night, erm, day, erm, day and night.
Ok, so I went to the "save the boobies" breast cancer benefit shindig at fern's all day and all night, and here's a brief synopsis:
got out of the house, finally after some random girl who apparently lives up the street was brought home by my roommate, who met her while getting a burrito, and she a. buys beer, and b. gives me pot.
Now, I had a decent headstart, I thought, until I talked to my man, who apparently started drinking like 3 hours ahead of me.
uh oh.
Stinking ass drunk bf is kinda scary.
(not bad scary, just out of control scary, and kinda mean in an ok, yer really hammered and won't remember tomorow way)
Anyway...there's the added bonus of multiple bands playing, one of my photographers being cool and showing up to cover the event, and my roommate's band is playing...oh, and free food!
SO id dove in headfirst and got me some jalapeno/cheese tamales and some pita and hummus, and a nice cold can of-are you ready for this? BUSCH.
Yikes.
(I am so obviously broke)
Mayhem, blood, booze, music, smoking, and other extraneous poo occurs.
By the end of the show, we are still in the bar, still drinking, and have devolved into my man shoving chocolate cookies, carrots, pita bread, and who know what else into my pants.
I got him back by crumbling up a whole cookie and rubbing the crumbs down the crack of his ass. I win.
After lengthy discussions with pretty much everyone we knew who was there about my ass, we stumbled home where he randomly laid on the porch. There, we unwound our evening with a little VH1 behind the music Guns n Roses...
hey, I was drunk too...
now who's down to go to Fern's?
Lordylordylordy, what a night, erm, day, erm, day and night.
Ok, so I went to the "save the boobies" breast cancer benefit shindig at fern's all day and all night, and here's a brief synopsis:
got out of the house, finally after some random girl who apparently lives up the street was brought home by my roommate, who met her while getting a burrito, and she a. buys beer, and b. gives me pot.
Now, I had a decent headstart, I thought, until I talked to my man, who apparently started drinking like 3 hours ahead of me.
uh oh.
Stinking ass drunk bf is kinda scary.
(not bad scary, just out of control scary, and kinda mean in an ok, yer really hammered and won't remember tomorow way)
Anyway...there's the added bonus of multiple bands playing, one of my photographers being cool and showing up to cover the event, and my roommate's band is playing...oh, and free food!
SO id dove in headfirst and got me some jalapeno/cheese tamales and some pita and hummus, and a nice cold can of-are you ready for this? BUSCH.
Yikes.
(I am so obviously broke)
Mayhem, blood, booze, music, smoking, and other extraneous poo occurs.
By the end of the show, we are still in the bar, still drinking, and have devolved into my man shoving chocolate cookies, carrots, pita bread, and who know what else into my pants.
I got him back by crumbling up a whole cookie and rubbing the crumbs down the crack of his ass. I win.
After lengthy discussions with pretty much everyone we knew who was there about my ass, we stumbled home where he randomly laid on the porch. There, we unwound our evening with a little VH1 behind the music Guns n Roses...
hey, I was drunk too...
now who's down to go to Fern's?
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I was down by the atm and shit right on the corner with a pink kerchief on and stretch jeans, drinking like a pyrate, as usual
We'll have to let you know next time we head down there. Maybe for the auction and raffle dealy this weekend. I think we've all guessed how many tabs are in that jar on the counter, but I don't know if we have to be there to win shit.
And yeah, the custom around here is to respond to people in their own journals. It seems a little weird at first, but it makes sense after awhile.