therealtexasguy

My best friend is coming to town Thursday night or super early Friday morning. More then likely super early Friday morning - I told him not to knock this time, I'd just leave the door unlocked. He has this childish tendency to knock and knock and knock and knock and knock and knock.

Still, his coming to town is always kick ass fun. He's this crazy Air Force bomb expert (the kind that disarms bombs and booby traps and nuclear weapons and chemical weapons and shit like that), plus he's on the AF SWAT team, so he's kind of gungho. But that means all his friends on the nearby base are equally gungho.

Now, if you like uber wild parties - these are the people. Alcohol, sport fucking, lots of cops and bail bondsman...a day in the life of these people is awesome. Just what I need to unwind.

Monday I'll be singing a different tune, but hang overs only last a day.

Then next weekend I go to Seattle for the wedding. Should probably get my suit tailored, cleaned, and my gifts bought, huh?

Then the Tuesday after that its...drum roll please....SKINNY PUPPY. Fuckin' A, and it's only twenty-five bucks! Twenty five fucking dollars! For Skinny Puppy. Shit, Tool was damn near sixty bucks, and those were fuckin' nose bleed. This is a small pavilion venue that's very personal and cool. Awesome. Kick ass.