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August 25, 2008
Worst. Weekend. Ever.
This was what was supposed to happen this past weekend:
* Friday night, get together with my brothers Jim and Jesse to have a few drinks and see Jim before he ships off for the Navy on Tuesday.
* Saturday day, go over to Brandon's to see the baby.
* Saturday night, have fun at Katy's birthday party.
* Relax with Katy on Sunday and get some painting and comix done.
Instead, all of the following and more happened:
Friday:
* Nearly got into several physical altercations
* Had a very strange sort of family reunion
* Had a very strange sort of high school reunion
* Heard the following line, "Yeah, last night I did a bunch of coke and had an orgy!"
* Found myself in a scene from Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas, but not in any sort of enjoyable way
* Chased off by a rent-a-cop
* Saw something that can never be unseen
* Didn't get home until 5AM
Saturday:
* Slept all day
* Almost came to blows after verbally assaulting a prick security guard at Voodoo Lounge
* Comforting a crying Katy in the smoke-filled hallways of Harrahs because half our group wasn't allowed into her birthday party
* Switching location to Westport, which led to:
Sunday:
* Spent the day at the hospital with one of Katy's friends following a very serious and heinous event.
We're both just totally fucking shellshocked from everything that happened, especially the events that led to our Sunday. I seriously feel like I did after the bank robberies. Not good at all, folks.
Posted by Schamberger at August 25, 2008 07:30 AM