well...yesterday was pretty fuckin wild. started drinking at 1:30 p.m. stopped around 7 a.m. this morning....
there was an attempt at photographer/model meet and greet in petersburg in the morning. brandon and i immediatley sensed all sorts of lame and started hitting the sauce upon arrival. people were actually shooting, sort of...it was kind of unorganized so i really just intended to booze and meet some people. half a bottle of whiskey later we realized we were pretty tipsy and should probably sober up with pizza and beer at a bar down the street...when we returned, the doors were locked. apparently the meet and greet was shut down because there were beer bottles left everywhere and a model and photographer were fucking in one of the studios....ahem...wow....granted i was getting drunk and usually am a supporter of public sex but i know better to clean up after myself and keep it in my pants in a situation such as that. shit people. oh well.
now drunk as hell, we managed to get downtown and barhop for a few hours until last call with my brother and some friends....good times. drunk times. nothing too note-worthy occured.
...around two a.m. made it to the holiday inn select which had been completely overtaken at this point by the richmond tattoo convention. every floor was swarming with tattooed and peirced beligerance. in rooms, in halls, in the lobby, in the elevators, on the stairs, in the bathrooms, on the balconies...it was fabulous. partied hard until around 5 a.m after copious amounts of beer, liquor, and strippers. the hotel had to have made so much money off of the convention that regulation was out of the question for them. random cops stood around doing nothing but looking afraid because they knew their only hope was to try and consolidate the madness, because they sure as hell weren't going to stop it. my night was made because i finally got my first experience with strippers. i'm broke so i picked out the hottest one and stuck my only buck in her thong
when we took off at 5 a.m. the party was still raging full force but my ride wanted to leave so alas, i was forced to leave also. party poopers. by this point i'd been drinking so long and so hard i don't think i could have possibly gotten any drunker if i'd wanted too...so i guess it was a good thing. apparently the car next to us was housing some sort of drug deal, and after having a gun pointed at us through the window we sped the fuck out of that shit as fast as humanly possible.
i'm surprisingly not hungover. and since my family is splitting all sorts of ways for thanksgiving my mom is doing the whole dinner shabang today. perfect. because i'm fucking starving.
anywho...great weekend. and there's still whiskey left over? damn....life is peachy
there was an attempt at photographer/model meet and greet in petersburg in the morning. brandon and i immediatley sensed all sorts of lame and started hitting the sauce upon arrival. people were actually shooting, sort of...it was kind of unorganized so i really just intended to booze and meet some people. half a bottle of whiskey later we realized we were pretty tipsy and should probably sober up with pizza and beer at a bar down the street...when we returned, the doors were locked. apparently the meet and greet was shut down because there were beer bottles left everywhere and a model and photographer were fucking in one of the studios....ahem...wow....granted i was getting drunk and usually am a supporter of public sex but i know better to clean up after myself and keep it in my pants in a situation such as that. shit people. oh well.
now drunk as hell, we managed to get downtown and barhop for a few hours until last call with my brother and some friends....good times. drunk times. nothing too note-worthy occured.
...around two a.m. made it to the holiday inn select which had been completely overtaken at this point by the richmond tattoo convention. every floor was swarming with tattooed and peirced beligerance. in rooms, in halls, in the lobby, in the elevators, on the stairs, in the bathrooms, on the balconies...it was fabulous. partied hard until around 5 a.m after copious amounts of beer, liquor, and strippers. the hotel had to have made so much money off of the convention that regulation was out of the question for them. random cops stood around doing nothing but looking afraid because they knew their only hope was to try and consolidate the madness, because they sure as hell weren't going to stop it. my night was made because i finally got my first experience with strippers. i'm broke so i picked out the hottest one and stuck my only buck in her thong
when we took off at 5 a.m. the party was still raging full force but my ride wanted to leave so alas, i was forced to leave also. party poopers. by this point i'd been drinking so long and so hard i don't think i could have possibly gotten any drunker if i'd wanted too...so i guess it was a good thing. apparently the car next to us was housing some sort of drug deal, and after having a gun pointed at us through the window we sped the fuck out of that shit as fast as humanly possible.
i'm surprisingly not hungover. and since my family is splitting all sorts of ways for thanksgiving my mom is doing the whole dinner shabang today. perfect. because i'm fucking starving.
anywho...great weekend. and there's still whiskey left over? damn....life is peachy
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We're gonna work it out and I shall shoot you very soon!
So ya saw Balita's set? What did you think of it?
it tasted like razorblades and horseshit had a fucking lovechild and liquified it.
Bwaaaahahahahahaha sweetheart you have an amazing way with words!