jHatFeeled / blawg

Friday

This weekend was a blast. On Friday we (Aaron, Nathan, and I) plan out of our asses, an awesome Friday night (after the scene show which I’ll tell you about). It’s 5:30pm we all were supposed to leave at 5:00pm. Aaron jokes about staying the night in the office which could possibly be true. We leave work, and all head to the apartment. An anonymous friend gives Reese $20 to go pick up Mr. Cohol. Nathan is buying our way into the show and an unknown is providing beer soda which happens to impair linguistic skills.

First there’s a show at the new scene venue. Ah, what the hell, I didn’t know it’d be scene. We picked up Heather, god help us, in the middle of the show and came on her back (I know your tricks Duey) to the Heights.The only band that was any good was the one that covered Michael Jackson songs, Beat It and Billie Jean. Cool cats I suppose.

Left that show and stopped in to see if our soda had arrived. No it’s not. I want my coke damnit. We head to the Fluwid show. We get to McGuffys and Aaron, may god help his soul, does not have his ID. Shit.

We head to the love shack for another trip. Well our soda is there along with some “good shit”. Aaron grabs his ID and leave. I’m caffeinated and impaired and hopefully everyone else in the car is, hopefully… We were hitting on Heather for Heavens sake. Soda goggles do a magical thing to males.

Back at McGuffys. The band is kicking ass, as well as the members of the audience. I was focusing on not to get close to the mosh, I would have fallen on my ass or been kicked in the testicles. The show was partially kick ass and mostly ass kicked. Leave, over and out.

Back at the apartment for the fourth time. We have our share of off brand Coca Cola and thankfully wake up without any poisoning.

Saturday

Pilots Log, Saturday, unknown date and in my bed.
I wake up to the noise of ringing ears. Being the courtesy gent I am, I clean up the cans and trash from last night. One of Reese’s friends comes over with some beer (I know the lame coca cola wording sucked) and we all start playing beer pong unexpectedly. It’s only like 8pm. I’m already a mess, I think. I decide to shoot all my roommates. I run up the stairs like a little bitch and hide in my closet. It’s like I was a Jew and everyone else was a Nazi. I’m hiding in my spot hoping they don’t spot me. Wrong. Wrong. I was shot up like a black man at a golf course. After that I proceed to sit in the basement for hours upon hours. Aaron and I watched Boondock Saints (what a fag) after meeting up with an unfamiliar long lost friend Mary after Eric and Dr. Phyllin had done so. I lose track of time quick. I am tired and vaguely remembering what all I had done in the past few hours. I go to my room and pass out like a woman who had just been chloroformed.

Sunday

The jist of the morning is usual. The good times begin around 3pm when we all decide to go to Valley Forge to skateboard. I was doing my fair share of shredding, god I hate that word, along with everyone else. It was warm and feeling great to get back into the skateboarding routine once again. I have been out of it for months (damn the winter season). Heading back to the shack we begin our barbecue and get everything in order while people are beginning to come over. Reese uses Aaron’s car to go to Family Video to rent some games. We’re cooking it up while Reese is walking back to the apartment without Aaron’s car. Someone is about to get a beating. Reese explained the situation and Aaron over all took it well. If you feel Aaron should kill his roommate take it up with him. Bed time.

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