If being late to work isn’t dick enough, come into work smelling like a tequila factory. It’s a surefire way to win the respect of your coworkers. My morning cup of coffee doesn’t want to stay down. As I fight the urge to vomit all over my keyboard, I’m wishing last night never happened. To use one of my buddy’s overused phrases, all bullshit aside, I’m a fucking mess.
The evening started with a farewell to Kyle who had to jump on a plane headed for home. Don’t worry kids; he’ll be back on Sunday. Then I spent some time fucking about with Builder and my new jukebox machine. That’s right kids; Jay bought a dual CD mixer so if you’re in need of a DJ with the gear, let me know.
Fuck me. I have to puke so badly.
So the drinks started at Juanita’s (the new Festival) with Beach. We ordered championship sized drinks and a plate of nachos while discussing our plan to rope everyone into a NCAA pool. If you want to place a $10 bet, get us your picks and we’ll put you on the hook. Speaking of the pool; Jordan still owes Nicky Beats 10 bucks from last year. Once Daylen came in we slid to one of the picnic tables in the back to get our grub on. The formerly surly waitress was great last night, but she isn’t the super cute waitress, (who was bartending last night). Dana surprised us with a pop in towards the end of our meal. We dicked around for a bit before settling up and moving forward.
During a brief interlude at the house, Cara stopped in for a quick hang. She’s been sick this week (and I’ve been busy), so it was great to finally see her. She was also kind enough to be happy drunk and bring me a copy of the new Black Lipstick album, (Jay hearts that band). By 10:15pm we’d gotten out of the house and I cruised into the Mercury Lounge for the Apollo Sunshine / Builder High School Reunion show. I’m not shitting you. Every John Jay kid was in the house; Howerton, Rob, Sky, Alistar, and Jeanie were all in the club. To add shitshow to injury, we also had Beach, Daylen, Dana, Lucy, Tumblehawk, Ramie, Del and Miriam floating about hunting for Culkins. Oh, and Greg aka The Wagon was pouring heroic shots, (one of which I took with a happily drunk Keegan).
So anyway, we slipped into the back room for a highly disappointing set by Apollo Sunshine. It lacked in the regular Sunshine far, but to be fair I’m pretty certain they were fucked up. To make matters worse, everyone was fishing for a Culkin. Tumble and I managed to get Builder after he botched a Tumble attempt. Then Beach and Builder pulled one on the unsuspecting Sky who did a backwards survival roll. It was a move that could go down in history.Since I’m sick of typing, this is going to get cut short. Here goes: Little sister called. Parked little sister’s car. Brought sister and friend (Amy aka Don’t call me Sarah) over to the club. More Tequila. Greg on Ipod DJ. Jay doesn’t like pale ale. Rocked till 3am. Passed out. Sea of Chex Mix. Tons of puke.
Put in adjectives and stuff. Enjoy. Don’t forget to run with the devil.
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