so everyone around here has a fucking dui.
half of the ones i hang out with on a regular basis acquired this leaving benny's tavern. one of my favorite local watering holes. you know, the shitty dive where everyone knows your name and most people hate? but i have liked to frequent at least half of every week since i've moved back here.
two weeks of withdrawal after the doomed evening that our final licensed driver recieved a dui for failure to completely stop at a stop sign (aka, the cops were waiting for the first car to pull out of benny's after last call because they are huge buckets of douche) we decide to take matter into our own hands....er....feet......
....we traversed two miles by foot through the streets of colonial heights. not exactly like walking in pittsburgh where it is normal and there are fancy things like sidewalks. me, in high heeled boots (i wasn't informed of such plans prior to arrival) and we did this to...thats right.....go to the bar! woohoo! not to mention staggering the two miles back. in which i initially decided to do barefoot because no way in fuck was i wearing those shoes again.... until i figured out that i was walking through a giant stretch of nettles... which i then had to painfully remove from my feet one by one. the second option was to wear size eleven men's shoes which were (obviously) far too large and ended up gauging open the skin on my ankles. so i went barefoot on asphalt for the final stretch. it was like a pride parade for convicted drunk drivers. kind of precious, really.
sometimes you need pool, pacman, pitchers, familiar bartenders, funny patrons, and cornhole.
even if it makes your night end like this:
bandaged ankles and toes and naturally, a drink to ease the pain.
moral of story. GO BIG OR GO HOME MOTHERFUCKER. and no bitching along the way.
my friends have deemed my new career path to be that of a professional face maker. really i think they just like to laugh at my expense. out of pure love of course. ahem. i like to call this series, "bug flies at windshield...bug hits windshield" enjoy:
i love living in virginia right now because everyone here seems to love the redskins... and STEELERS ARE GONNA KICK THEIR FUCKING ASSES TONIGHT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
ok time to shower off nettles, blood, and asphalt remnats and get pumped for the game. you know, wash, rinse, repeat.
ok more halloween pictures too.
playing pong.
and throwing down to acacia strain
tell me somethin good
half of the ones i hang out with on a regular basis acquired this leaving benny's tavern. one of my favorite local watering holes. you know, the shitty dive where everyone knows your name and most people hate? but i have liked to frequent at least half of every week since i've moved back here.
two weeks of withdrawal after the doomed evening that our final licensed driver recieved a dui for failure to completely stop at a stop sign (aka, the cops were waiting for the first car to pull out of benny's after last call because they are huge buckets of douche) we decide to take matter into our own hands....er....feet......
....we traversed two miles by foot through the streets of colonial heights. not exactly like walking in pittsburgh where it is normal and there are fancy things like sidewalks. me, in high heeled boots (i wasn't informed of such plans prior to arrival) and we did this to...thats right.....go to the bar! woohoo! not to mention staggering the two miles back. in which i initially decided to do barefoot because no way in fuck was i wearing those shoes again.... until i figured out that i was walking through a giant stretch of nettles... which i then had to painfully remove from my feet one by one. the second option was to wear size eleven men's shoes which were (obviously) far too large and ended up gauging open the skin on my ankles. so i went barefoot on asphalt for the final stretch. it was like a pride parade for convicted drunk drivers. kind of precious, really.
sometimes you need pool, pacman, pitchers, familiar bartenders, funny patrons, and cornhole.
even if it makes your night end like this:
bandaged ankles and toes and naturally, a drink to ease the pain.
moral of story. GO BIG OR GO HOME MOTHERFUCKER. and no bitching along the way.
my friends have deemed my new career path to be that of a professional face maker. really i think they just like to laugh at my expense. out of pure love of course. ahem. i like to call this series, "bug flies at windshield...bug hits windshield" enjoy:
i love living in virginia right now because everyone here seems to love the redskins... and STEELERS ARE GONNA KICK THEIR FUCKING ASSES TONIGHT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
ok time to shower off nettles, blood, and asphalt remnats and get pumped for the game. you know, wash, rinse, repeat.
ok more halloween pictures too.
playing pong.
and throwing down to acacia strain
tell me somethin good
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Congratulations on the Steelers victory.