Wednesday, July 23, 2008

hieroglyphics and NO LOST ID!!!

we got dropped off by lane and walked into sunshine theater where i immediately realized i couldn't find my i.d.

wait. what? no i.d.?!!

under no circumstances is it alright to experience anything west of the railrunner sober. and like a true friend, ash stood around with me in the 18 year olds pit like somebody's older babysitting sister. eventually i realized my i.d. was in my bag the whole time and we stood at our rightful spot. elbow to elbow with the crowd of dbags drinking budweiser.

the opening acts were ok but we didn't want to waste energy on anyone except hiero. also, what are you feelings about making the crowd sing back to whoever's on stage? because if you say anything except it's royally fucked then i disown you. I SAY 'KNO' AND YOU SAY 'BODY' .... 'KNO' .... 'BODY' ..... 'KNO' .... 'BODY' ..... 'KNOBODYYYYYYY! barf.

ash was perfectly timed when she said taking off your shirt doesn't make you a thug. although after a few rolling rocks i really can't say i didn't enjoy it.
since i was so tired my eyeballs were barely hanging on by a vein i met luke and m at burt's for a ride home.
it was one of those lucky nights half of my friends call me up to do something. WHERE WERE YOU LAST FRIDAY when i was watching a whoopi goldberg movie and painting my toes?! i could have used you then.

i also had a free ticket and date to the midnight showing of the new batman movie. which irrefutably included a seat next to a 23 year old theater major who brought their dvd of 10 things i hate about you with them. and of course, sarah's cocktail and birthday party rager thingy happening about four blocks down from my place. i didn't do either. but neither did anyone else.

p.s. marc and luke, the reason why burt's was so empty and cavern-like was because literally every single dum dum who normally goes to dance party was invited to sarah's bash. AND WENT. dance house party and free beer?! shitty luck to go to burt's huh? at least you didn't spend about 30 more dollars than you meant to like i did.

pout.

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