i just walked in on one of the guys (the one who organized me the backstage pass) listening to some really good house. i went through to the muthafm site, and found this.
*bawls* i wanna go home!! where the parties are great (last year's were a perfect example), and the girls are fantabulous! where good alcohol is cheap and the bars are clean! and where the beach has white sand! and the food is good! and the people are friendly (when they're not threatening / violating your person)! where i can speak the language! and i have transport! where my family and friends are! where i don't have to behave because there aren't any real police around!
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anyway, so spot and i left around 00.30, and arrived at the lincoln after the aforementioned stunner had already left. we ran into my TL and some friends, who left shortly afterwards so we didn't get to show them some pool. which is a good thing, 'cause for most of the night i didn't actually play any. what i did involved pool cues and pool balls, and every now and again a pocket, but basically - i sucked.
it's the first time in a very long time that spot actually beat me. we played until roughly 3.30, by which time they were only to happy to be rid of us.
on the way back to the lizard, spot and i had a major argument over "out-of-bounds". the bastard knows how i feel about the aforementioned waitress, and in spite of that he asked her out the same night she told me to come yesterday. charming, spot. great friend, you are.
the lizard was closed, so i sponsored him a cab home and then took a walk. halfway, i realized i had my mp3 player, so i blasted my brain with psy-trance. when i got home, i spent about 15 minutes bouncing like a madman, then showered and went to bed.
now i is back at the work. at least i don't feel stressed, for the first time since... mmm... last weekend?
hmmm... by "beat me" don't you mean "demolished me so thoroughly it made me question my belief in the existance of a higher power?" muahaha...
ReplyDeleteBut seriously tw... you've been going on about this girl for how long now? and you *still* haven't asked for her number??? geez mate, I'm sorry but I really don't feel its my fault. You should have asked her out ages ago...
spot - sometimes you lead me to question my belief in your higher-functions. you beat me; on a regular night when i'm half-drunk i can still *demolish* you. put it back in your pants, fly-boy.
ReplyDeleteand as for her... neither here nor there. you're still a bastard for it.
No, he isn't a bastard. He is an Yank. Similar, but slightly lower on the scale.
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