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Bringing this back to life. Been playing pong games all night. Although I enjoyed this year, I will say last year was much better. The room is spinning. I hope I get to go to Floyd Fest this year.
NOOOOOO NOT THE SPINS!!!
So, Franzia is dangerous. So much cheap wine that doesn't taste terrible. But man, this hangover. This hangover is terrible.
I don't know how I typed anything last night. Started out with Gin & Tonic, drank a bunch of beers, finished a bottle of SOCO, drank a heap of Malibu, and then we played a game called baseball and the score was 27-4 by the time we finally stopped. If you've played baseball you know that's a lot of beer. I went from having an entire fridge full of beer to no beer left at all. I mean it's all gone.
I only really get this internet-chatty when I've been drinking, but I played pool for something like three hours tonight (again) after I smiled my way into this "locked and secure" apartment building's pool room, so I'll ramble some bullshit for a paragraph. I just wish it was appropriate for me to ask some of you to call me to wake me up in the morning so that I could take advantage of my day before I go to work. There's music I need to listen to post-Roo, pre-Pitchfork, which I'd like to get started on/continue delving into when I wake up tomorrow (this) morning, but I've only really used my house for sleeping in the past couple weeks. Alas, I only really talked to maybe five of you at brunch and I'll be significantly less chatty in the morning because I'm inadvertently an asshole, so here we are.
Also, side note: I had my first music night since Roo four days ago and I got this dude (who has called me an asshole to my face before) to smile and peacefully bob his head to Leon Vynehall and ask what we were listening to because it was "perfect" and he had "no idea how to find music like this". It was pretty satisfying.
edit. After reading the first eleven fucking words, I realize and continue to be reminded how unnecessary it is for me to continue to preface rambles to you all. Just. What's the use? Who is reading this that doesn't have at least a vague understanding of the pseudo-context?
See Rothric, I was there. I was the dude in the short shorts who kept slapping and yelling at smellycat's bag/backpack o' wine. I think I drank out of that thing like 6 times.
And thanks FuzzyWarbles. It was great to meet you and put a face to the username. You've got some solid dance moves my friend.
i can also vouch for Decaanter being a real life human after talking at brunch and shimmying near each other during sylvan esso. this is definitely my first and only post in this thread.
i can also vouch for Decaanter being a real life human after talking at brunch and shimmying near each other during sylvan esso. this is definitely my first and only post in this thread.
Haha. I was really confused when I saw you had posted in here.
See Rothric, I was there. I was the dude in the short shorts who kept slapping and yelling at smellycat's bag/backpack o' wine. I think I drank out of that thing like 6 times.
And thanks FuzzyWarbles. It was great to meet you and put a face to the username. You've got some solid dance moves my friend.
these are all facts. and he was there for quite a while. he was next to yours truly and beebee most of the time. we also shared a grainbelt beer. and by shared I mean he gave me one and I drank it so slowly that he kept coming up to me and taking sips while judging me for milking said beer.
See Rothric, I was there. I was the dude in the short shorts who kept slapping and yelling at smellycat's bag/backpack o' wine. I think I drank out of that thing like 6 times.
And thanks FuzzyWarbles. It was great to meet you and put a face to the username. You've got some solid dance moves my friend.
these are all facts. and he was there for quite a while. he was next to yours truly and beebee most of the time. we also shared a grainbelt beer. and by shared I mean he gave me one and I drank it so slowly that he kept coming up to me and taking sips while judging me for milking said beer.
Seriously. Who takes an hour to drink a tallboy when it's 90 degrees outside? Just chug that bitch! Also, speaking of Sylvan Esso, way to just leave without saying goodbye. Ya dick.
I'm drunk. I very poorly sang John Melloncamp songs for half an hour until Porch finally started snoring. It was awesome. For me mostly. I drank a lot of wine. I had some chocolate covered pretzels. I creeped around inforoo. I think I will probably go sleepy now.
Post by kingnocrown on Jul 10, 2015 3:15:17 GMT -5
Mannn why does are world got to be so corrupt why we got fight wars why can't there be peace war just makes violence and that's bad people don't need to die we all should just smoke a blunt and chill out instead of shooting each other yaaa know what I mean? Let's all stop caring about skin color and just see everyone as humans and who cares what religion you are we all should just love one another I don't understand why everyone is so full of hate and why everything has to be so bad all the time and why we always constantly have to be fighting and why we can't love one another WORLD PEACE people love don't hate.
Mannn why does are world got to be so corrupt why we got fight wars why can't there be peace war just makes violence and that's bad people don't need to die we all should just smoke a blunt and chill out instead of shooting each other yaaa know what I mean? Let's all stop caring about skin color and just see everyone as humans and who cares what religion you are we all should just love one another I don't understand why everyone is so full of hate and why everything has to be so bad all the time and why we always constantly have to be fighting and why we can't love one another WORLD PEACE people love don't hate.
This is going to be a panicked rant. It's not a grr really, it's brought on by drunkness, so I guess I'll put it here.
I am moving across the country for school in exactly 30 days. Less actually, I get the keys to my apt on August 10th & I leave Ohio on August 8th.
I have no money. My house hasn't sold. I haven't packed anything yet. I just listed stuff in CL to sell. I have no money and I can't afford my car payment (was going to pay it off with the money from selling my house) and rent and I do t have a job lined up. Technically I have a suspended license right now due to unpaid speeding ticket out if WV, which is bad considering I have a cross country road trip coming up. I also have HOA fees still due on my house and credit cards I wanted to pay off to alleviate my bills when I get there. Did I mention I have no money? I am officially in panic mode. The alcohol isn't helping. I tried to hoop away my stress. It's been 3 hours, I'm sweaty and out of breath, and I'm still panicking.
The worst part is that I did this to myself. I should've been saving money since the day I found out I got into grad school, instead I went ahead with all the trips I had planned already rather than selling concert/festival tickets and not going on said trips. I think I'm going to have to break down and see if my mom can loan me [more] money. If not, I'm going to have to see if my bank will give me a loan. Shit. If I'm really desperate (i am) I may do a consolidation loan so I only have one big bill to pay instead of s bunch of little ones.... That's bad on your credit though isn't it?
Life was so much easier when I thought my house sold. Stupid person Fucked everything up..
Uh-maaaayzing Crackin' Eggs tonight! That is my weekly hip hop / jazz jam night, for those not in da know.
This was Crackin' Eggs #30, and it was the first time they've added a cover charge, which means we are getting bigger (though anyone who performs gets a free drink, so it more than evens out. I oughtta make a sign - will rap for hugs, drugs, and love). I'm speaking to a lot more people who have found us through FB / word of mouth instead of direct invites. I really think this collective is going places. So much f'ing talent in one place, errrrry week.
Finally got my tat today. My tat artist was so cool - and my tat already has 3,182(!!!) likes on her Instagram after half a day. She's BFFs with Miley Cyrus (they've tattooed each other), so ya know it's legit. But, umm... how bad is it really to drink after a tattoo? Oh well - too late now!
Uh-maaaayzing Crackin' Eggs tonight! That is my weekly hip hop / jazz jam night, for those not in da know.
This was Crackin' Eggs #30, and it was the first time they've added a cover charge, which means we are getting bigger (though anyone who performs gets a free drink, so it more than evens out. I oughtta make a sign - will rap for hugs, drugs, and love). I'm speaking to a lot more people who have found us through FB / word of mouth instead of direct invites. I really think this collective is going places. So much f'ing talent in one place, errrrry week.
Finally got my tat today. My tat artist was so cool - and my tat already has 3,182(!!!) likes on her Instagram after half a day. She's BFFs with Miley Cyrus (they've tattooed each other), so ya know it's legit. But, umm... how bad is it really to drink after a tattoo? Oh well - too late now!
Saw your snaps of the tat and music, looks very cool!
Uh-maaaayzing Crackin' Eggs tonight! That is my weekly hip hop / jazz jam night, for those not in da know.
This was Crackin' Eggs #30, and it was the first time they've added a cover charge, which means we are getting bigger (though anyone who performs gets a free drink, so it more than evens out. I oughtta make a sign - will rap for hugs, drugs, and love). I'm speaking to a lot more people who have found us through FB / word of mouth instead of direct invites. I really think this collective is going places. So much f'ing talent in one place, errrrry week.
Finally got my tat today. My tat artist was so cool - and my tat already has 3,182(!!!) likes on her Instagram after half a day. She's BFFs with Miley Cyrus (they've tattooed each other), so ya know it's legit. But, umm... how bad is it really to drink after a tattoo? Oh well - too late now!
sounds like as long as it's not bleeding profusely you're fine. I've still never even heard of drinking after a tattoo a problem. Didn't even know it was worth the concern.
I hope I'm not the only one who'll make themselves puke after a night of heavy drinking in order to not feel like shit in the morning. Anyway, got home last night and started yakking what looked to be blood into the toilet. Like enough to supply Dirk Diggler with a boner or send me to the ER. Took my drunk brain a second to realize it was only red wine. I never drink red and now I know why. Too bad I bought a 5 liter box of it. Guess I'll be puking blood all month.
Post by stlallison on Jul 21, 2015 23:45:52 GMT -5
I got some shizty news today. So I came home from work, drank a bottle of wine, and watched some Orange is the New Black and Bob's Burgers. Decent night.
edit. While the above sentence is wildly fun to say in a myriad of accents, verbal modulations, etc, it is no longer applicable. I'd like to thank Mikal Cronin, The Clash and Wild Flag for assisting in my post-party-funk wind-down.
I'm back at the site of my first two concerts (both with and without parents), for the first time since those concerts. This feels weird - like sitting in your old classroom desks on PTA night sort of weird.
I hope I'm not the only one who'll make themselves puke after a night of heavy drinking in order to not feel like shit in the morning. Anyway, got home last night and started yakking what looked to be blood into the toilet. Like enough to supply Dirk Diggler with a boner or send me to the ER. Took my drunk brain a second to realize it was only red wine. I never drink red and now I know why. Too bad I bought a 5 liter box of it. Guess I'll be puking blood all month.
I LOVE red wine. Bring it up to Canada and I'll take care of it before we hit the strip club
My cousin does this thing where the drunker she gets, the posher she will talk. She has accused me of doing the same, but I always just laugh it off. But my BFF from New Hampshire just sent me a video of drunk me from ~5 years ago, and there I am, wearing a Señor Frog's sombrero and channelling my inner David Attenborough.
"Mexico is a fine country. I visited once as a young lad of but 18 years old, and I was in Mexico City, which was known to be something of a shithole - but despite that fact, I rather enjoyed myself."
Today I went to a little one day music festival and snuck in a box wine bladder by placing it beneath my testicles. Thankfully the wine stayed cold and didn't get pregnant. Also, drunk me falls in love with so many hippie chicks that it's ridiculous. I really need to get that under control.