What the hell was I thinking.. No more TEQUILA lol.. Liiiiiies, lies, lies, but still..
Apparently it DOES ____ __ ____ ___ __. That's a sentence, btw, not a word. GOD.. It took eons for me to end up @ the beach, but once I got there.. Woo!
Brandi, I fucking L-O-V-E you to D-E-A-T-H for that 311 shit last night.. We were up @ South End gettin' crunk for the fuck of it, and then b/c Sara (beach) came thru.. TODAY IS HER BIRTHDAAAAAAAY!!! Deeeeef got served one too many shots/drinks w/ NO REQUESTS, THANKS, SO WHY DID THEY KEEP COMING!!??! lol
Who complains about that???
ANYWAY, they played 311 - Music and 311 - Grassroots, EASILY two of my fave cds of ALL MOTHERFUCKING TIME, in the "outside" section and let me teeeeeeeelllllllllllll you...
It was SUCH a surreal experience b/c it's exactly what I needed in my life.. To rock the fuck out to 311 like I was 16 again lol.. Esp as fucked up as I was.. Lifted like I'm gifted, drunker than a skunk.. I was literally like, in concert mode the entire time both cds were playing.. I didn't get to finish Grassroots b/c we bounced (it was after last call tho) but the shit I DID hear was immacculate to my ears! And to dudeman I met thru Brandi, THANK YOU for sharing that experience w/ me!
I was saying in the bar how looking back on being 16, I neeeeeeever would've been able to imagine myself w/ a Bud Light in my hand while on the verge of happy tears.. I didn't drink or anything back then, as most of you know, so it was kinda odd..
Funny how many diff twists and turns you make on the course of life...
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