Weird night... Random night,,, Felt so wrong, yet felt so right....
Ok I don't feel like writing a whole new set of alternate lyrics to Holy night. But that just kinda came to me by chance...
Ok so went out to drink for me buddy's birthday.
The Brew up is a nice little place. Good food, great localy brewed beer. I had a half pint of their dark ale and a pint of cider. Going light because I thought we were going to pub crawl... But then I started to get sleepy. I should have taken a nap in the afternoon.
It's somewhere around 11:15 or so. Everybody's still having fun but I'm about ready for bed so I head out,
Look at my watch. I can't make it to the stop where the bus still runs this late in 5 minutes when it will be there, and within half the hour before the next one comes, I could walk home.
So I start hoofing it. Get up the street infront of the park and a car pulls up. It's Liz and Matt! I met them through Sarita, and Matt was apparently at the same Iron Maiden concert I went to in 2003.
They're about to Start drinking! They could take me home on the way to pick up their other friend, oooor I could come with... My body said bed. But I knew I needed random excitement. So I went out with them...
We're supposed to go to the stupid pop club which sometimes has good metal and punk shows. But the one guy doesn't want to go in there before he has a drink.
We went to the poorly named My Bar. Which doesn't have coffee or Rickards Red, therefor is not my bar.
I really wanted a coffee Because I didn't know how I was going to make it through the night.
But on our way in, low and behold there's the cute girl from the bus who turns around just as I hear Liz yell 'Whitney!' They had a little chat, hadn't seen each other in a while apparently. I'm pretty sure she recognized me. I thought this was pretty cool, mebby I'll get in on this conversation.
Then this random fellow comes up and starts talking to me. He was wearing an iron maiden shirt and liked my gloves... Which are just random leather driving gloves I pulled out of the bottom of our winter clothes chest because I lost my neoprenes and my super hero gloves aren't here yet.
Then we head in. Find a seat. Whitney was down at the bar and facing the other way so as much as I tried I couldn't grab her attention. We weren't long anyway. We each just had one drink.
The two of us think the others are still behind us when we leave. But no, we go back in to find Liz talking to Whitney again. Mmm yess,,, Very good. They finished chatting and we headed out, Whitney's going to be at Stages later too... I was hoping she was going to join our little group. But she didn't and there was no way I was going to wander away from my friends and look even more out of place and pathetic, swaying slowly as I grasp for some sort of beat to keep up with, alone as I tried to move in on a girl I hardly know.
If they had metal or even rock playing I'd have been out there. Maybe even techno. But no. I was wearing my leather biker jacket and my camo pants. The fatigue cap I had blended me in a bit cuz they're 'in' right now but I still couldn't dance very well to that stuff... We were out there until they closed at like 2:00. Then home we went. Matt only had the one drink at the first bar and he's pretty tall so he was good to drive. I've seen him drink alot of alcahol before.
But now I have some conversation starter next time i see her on the bus. I think I'd be an inept fool if I tried to avoid even just saying 'hello again'
Muahahahahahahahaha... No I didn't get close to anybody last night. But then again I'm not sure I can see myself picking up in a bar. I'd have to have alot to drink and I was not holding my liquer very well last night.
I'd also need them to play something good to headbang to so I can create enough of a magnetic male charge from the friction created when my hair rubs against the tension in the air. Which draws the women closer and rouses cheering and awe from the guys.
I was in bed until 12:00. Listened as I was half asleep to Dan Akroyd's sunday morening blues radio show which effected my dreams. I saw myself becomming a bass player in a blues band when I go off to new york... Odd... Ok I better go eat...
Ok I don't feel like writing a whole new set of alternate lyrics to Holy night. But that just kinda came to me by chance...
Ok so went out to drink for me buddy's birthday.
The Brew up is a nice little place. Good food, great localy brewed beer. I had a half pint of their dark ale and a pint of cider. Going light because I thought we were going to pub crawl... But then I started to get sleepy. I should have taken a nap in the afternoon.
It's somewhere around 11:15 or so. Everybody's still having fun but I'm about ready for bed so I head out,
Look at my watch. I can't make it to the stop where the bus still runs this late in 5 minutes when it will be there, and within half the hour before the next one comes, I could walk home.
So I start hoofing it. Get up the street infront of the park and a car pulls up. It's Liz and Matt! I met them through Sarita, and Matt was apparently at the same Iron Maiden concert I went to in 2003.
They're about to Start drinking! They could take me home on the way to pick up their other friend, oooor I could come with... My body said bed. But I knew I needed random excitement. So I went out with them...
We're supposed to go to the stupid pop club which sometimes has good metal and punk shows. But the one guy doesn't want to go in there before he has a drink.
We went to the poorly named My Bar. Which doesn't have coffee or Rickards Red, therefor is not my bar.
I really wanted a coffee Because I didn't know how I was going to make it through the night.
But on our way in, low and behold there's the cute girl from the bus who turns around just as I hear Liz yell 'Whitney!' They had a little chat, hadn't seen each other in a while apparently. I'm pretty sure she recognized me. I thought this was pretty cool, mebby I'll get in on this conversation.
Then this random fellow comes up and starts talking to me. He was wearing an iron maiden shirt and liked my gloves... Which are just random leather driving gloves I pulled out of the bottom of our winter clothes chest because I lost my neoprenes and my super hero gloves aren't here yet.
Then we head in. Find a seat. Whitney was down at the bar and facing the other way so as much as I tried I couldn't grab her attention. We weren't long anyway. We each just had one drink.
The two of us think the others are still behind us when we leave. But no, we go back in to find Liz talking to Whitney again. Mmm yess,,, Very good. They finished chatting and we headed out, Whitney's going to be at Stages later too... I was hoping she was going to join our little group. But she didn't and there was no way I was going to wander away from my friends and look even more out of place and pathetic, swaying slowly as I grasp for some sort of beat to keep up with, alone as I tried to move in on a girl I hardly know.
If they had metal or even rock playing I'd have been out there. Maybe even techno. But no. I was wearing my leather biker jacket and my camo pants. The fatigue cap I had blended me in a bit cuz they're 'in' right now but I still couldn't dance very well to that stuff... We were out there until they closed at like 2:00. Then home we went. Matt only had the one drink at the first bar and he's pretty tall so he was good to drive. I've seen him drink alot of alcahol before.
But now I have some conversation starter next time i see her on the bus. I think I'd be an inept fool if I tried to avoid even just saying 'hello again'
Muahahahahahahahaha... No I didn't get close to anybody last night. But then again I'm not sure I can see myself picking up in a bar. I'd have to have alot to drink and I was not holding my liquer very well last night.
I'd also need them to play something good to headbang to so I can create enough of a magnetic male charge from the friction created when my hair rubs against the tension in the air. Which draws the women closer and rouses cheering and awe from the guys.
I was in bed until 12:00. Listened as I was half asleep to Dan Akroyd's sunday morening blues radio show which effected my dreams. I saw myself becomming a bass player in a blues band when I go off to new york... Odd... Ok I better go eat...
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ideally, i just want to have a lot of art shows wherein i make enough money to set up my own studio and then do some more art shows and get some grants and then sell some shit at ridiculously high prices to celebrities thus allowing me to sit at home in my studio all day playing around.
~MaryAnne