[ Thursday, June 05, 2003 ]
word...i feel like i should really be in bed still. had weird dreams... at some house party, i think brian hubenig was throwing it, but it wasn't at his place... there was some kinda thing going on with me and this girl, and in the end i was leaving, so i was going to give her my phone number... i was struggling trying to find something to write my number on, the first thing i found was, like, a dirty kleenex or something... couldn't use that!! so then i ended up writing it on this enormous card, like, a foot across and long... strange. then we (i'm not sure who... me and two other folks, not the girl) left, got into my dad's pick up truck... i was trying to drive at first, pulled some abstract u-turns and various other highly sketchy manouvres.. then i think somebody else took control, in order to save all our lives.
too much the drinking? well. its a shame about how it affects the wallet, but other than that i don't mind too much. when the hell do i get paid? next friday...
so.. ya, arc was kinda feeling miserable... so i took it upon myself to attempt to cheer him up. this entailed (of course) a number of beers, shooting the shit, and uploading new songs to the zero return portion of the newmusiccanada website... it'll take about four days before they are actually listenable.. i think they have to check out all the songs to make sure that they aren't covers, and who knows what other machinery the cbc puts them through.
so after the uploading we went to the marine club to see some tunes... it was okay, i guess... there was a really pretty girl there (or maybe i was just drunk) that i should've hit on... but at first i thought she was attached to this guy, and by the time i realised she wasn't, it was loud, and then we left. whatever.
so then we went to the number 5 orange. good times. there was a strange girl there called "nine" (hmm... maybe its "nein", like, german for "no"... that'd be clever, sort of) who was wearing some kinda sexy black vinyl and had kinda burnt out bags under her eyes who proceeded to tell me all about the lap dances she was willing to give.
hemmingway said that you aren't a man until you sleep with a whore, but i think i'm willing to settle for a lap dance...
not that i did... financially it just didn't seem like a viable option at the time...
Escaper [6/05/2003 01:54:00 PM]
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