Sunday, March 24, 2002
100 miles closer |6:29 AM|
I drove over 100 miles this evening. I had half a tank of gas, now the fuel light is on. It started out as a simple "Take friends to concert, and rock the hell out" evening. Near the end, I was charged with the holy quest of acquiring a keg, and making a party occur. We acquired a shell from the backyard of the house called "Rowdy Town"** swapped it for a full keg, and I put the deposit down on a tap. I swore that if anyone jacked the tap, people would have to die.
I ran into the girl I had danced with at the last concert. Her name is Day, and she remembered me from "Somewhere..." I reminded her of her dancing, and she immediately recalled. I then noticed her friend Lisa. Dressed in white, with black gloves to guard against the cold, she was stunning to behold. I did my best not to look like a total idiot around her, and I seemed to do alright for myself. I hung around my keg, proclaiming it a sin not to partake. "This is my keg, drink it in memory of me" or "This keg...is a passport....to HELL!" The evening carried on, I ended up with some friends at an IHOP. It was 4am by now. It's 6:33. Lisa had fallen asleep at the only time quiet enough for me to get her number, so I was forced to leave mine with her, tucked into the strap of a purse. Lame, perhaps, but the worst thing she can do is not call. Then have the Yakuza murder me.
I bothered updating my
cam. The sun is rising. I will fly my kite, get my phone turned back on, and generally relax. A day of rest.
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Rowdy Town is the domain of the Hotrod Hillbilly's Bass man, while "Gangsta's Paradise" is the apartment that Vorpal and his brother call home. After hearing these names, I have decided that I live in "The House of Pain"
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