Ok.....bare with me, for this post will seem a little out of character for me.
Well, today was the fuckin shit. After a long night of binge drinking (and thankfully no purging), I awoke around noonish. I headed down to Bob's (The Prize Fight) to record some shit. He was workin on a new song for his band, and I got to play a part in it's recording. I managed to put together a few things for the album I'm working on, but our time was cut a little short because......
The Prize Fight played tonight! That's right. Their first show in nearly two months. I got to go and thank god that I did. Despite their many mic problems, and the fact that Johnny (the lead singer) bashed himself in the head with his mic causing him to bleed during the set, it was fucking awesome. And it's been made official amongst the band, that when they get signed (which may be happening real soon), I'm their official roadie. Fucking SUHWEET!
Then, Bob and I went to Bennigans to shoot some darts. These two guys were playing, and they were making it pretty obvious that they wanted to play for money, and that they could pretty much hustle anyone in the place. So, Bob and I, being the drunk fucks that we were, took them up on a game. Winners get $50 each. So we played ONE game, for an hour and a half. And what happens? We fucking beat them! That's right! On our last round, both Bob and I hit double bullseye's to win the game. WOO!
Now all I have to do, is pick one of the 7 fucking parties that are going on tomorrow to go to. Here's the dilemma. The first party, thrown by a friend of a friend, is promising an appearance of a girl that I really hit it off with. She's single. I'm single. It's gotta happen. The second party is the annual PBR-BQ III, which promises Pabst Blue Ribben and many boobies. The third, is my co-worker/friends graduation party. She's insisting that I go. This party promises the showing of many underage boobies, which appeals to most people, but me. I apologize when I say that I prefer girl's that I'm seeing be old enough to buy their own cigarettes. The thought of going to a party where there won't be anyone over the age of 18 aside from me truely repulses me. Plus the fact that I'd hate to be there if they got busted for underage drinking. That wouldn't be pretty. Thus my dilemma.
You can bet your ass though, that I'll be hitting that first party. I fucked up my first chance with her by smoking something I shouldn't have smoked, and spent the whole night sick outside. Needless to say, I learn from my mistakes, and that won't happen again.
Wish me luck.
Well, today was the fuckin shit. After a long night of binge drinking (and thankfully no purging), I awoke around noonish. I headed down to Bob's (The Prize Fight) to record some shit. He was workin on a new song for his band, and I got to play a part in it's recording. I managed to put together a few things for the album I'm working on, but our time was cut a little short because......
The Prize Fight played tonight! That's right. Their first show in nearly two months. I got to go and thank god that I did. Despite their many mic problems, and the fact that Johnny (the lead singer) bashed himself in the head with his mic causing him to bleed during the set, it was fucking awesome. And it's been made official amongst the band, that when they get signed (which may be happening real soon), I'm their official roadie. Fucking SUHWEET!
Then, Bob and I went to Bennigans to shoot some darts. These two guys were playing, and they were making it pretty obvious that they wanted to play for money, and that they could pretty much hustle anyone in the place. So, Bob and I, being the drunk fucks that we were, took them up on a game. Winners get $50 each. So we played ONE game, for an hour and a half. And what happens? We fucking beat them! That's right! On our last round, both Bob and I hit double bullseye's to win the game. WOO!
Now all I have to do, is pick one of the 7 fucking parties that are going on tomorrow to go to. Here's the dilemma. The first party, thrown by a friend of a friend, is promising an appearance of a girl that I really hit it off with. She's single. I'm single. It's gotta happen. The second party is the annual PBR-BQ III, which promises Pabst Blue Ribben and many boobies. The third, is my co-worker/friends graduation party. She's insisting that I go. This party promises the showing of many underage boobies, which appeals to most people, but me. I apologize when I say that I prefer girl's that I'm seeing be old enough to buy their own cigarettes. The thought of going to a party where there won't be anyone over the age of 18 aside from me truely repulses me. Plus the fact that I'd hate to be there if they got busted for underage drinking. That wouldn't be pretty. Thus my dilemma.
You can bet your ass though, that I'll be hitting that first party. I fucked up my first chance with her by smoking something I shouldn't have smoked, and spent the whole night sick outside. Needless to say, I learn from my mistakes, and that won't happen again.
Wish me luck.
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Beers is bad if you're trying to lose weight at least that's what I've been told. It doesn't really do anything for you except for give you something like...170 calories a pop. If you're sitting there downing a six pack then eating a cheese steak...well you see the problem i'm sure.