Last night was a shit bomb of an evening.
Some friends and I were pretty psyched about seeing Namaste at Bacchus last night.
I did what any normal civilian would; I read in the free rag that said band would be playing at said bar on said night and decided to go. I actually planned a week ahead.
We noticed that as we drove up there didn't seem to be many cars. Upon entering I noticed the jukebox was playing. Maybe it was set break. Upon viewing the stage I noticed it was empty. There was no band.
What does one do when you're all made up on a work? Settle for beer and leave.
How about a Blue Moon-they were out.
How about a Magic Hat Num.9-they were out.
I drank a flat Shiner Bock.
It took about ten minutes to get that.
So, I'm drinking flat beer at a bar on the wrong night.
We decided to go to Blind Parrot. My first time there. Not bad. No paper towel or soap in the upstairs bathroom. I was freaking.
We stayed late.
I ate a granola bar that I found in the back of Daniel's Volvo...so heady.
I was awakened by a buddy saying, "Dude, my car's gone. What do I do? By the way I threw up taco bell, but it was outside."
His car had been towed and we spent half the morning finding it.
I was notified another person threw up in my yard last night, too. What is it about my yard that makes people want to throw up?
I wanna throw up when I think about News 4 U's inability to publish reliable material that incidentally ruins my night.
I heard there is a much hipper and reliable mag in town...hahaha.
Tara, you're a great neighbor.
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