sore i ate it down the 7 steps of the front stoop last night at 10pm on my way to a house party.
it was totally feet up in the air, tailbone/back breaking my fall, hands cut from scraping the icy concrete, and when i got to the bottom, my feet/legs plowed through the gate.
needless to say, i'm sore as hell right now. its achy all the time, but is only shooting pain when i bend over to pick something up or switch positions lying down.
i'm glad that i decided to not bring that fifth of whisky to the party in a back pack, b/c it would have shattered, and that would have been not just a safety hazard of broken glass gouging into my back, but a damn shame waste of perfectly good whisky.
the party was a lot of fun. i saw a lot of people from out of town and had a good time socializing. i had originally decided to not drink any alcohol (hence opting to leave the whisky at home), but when i arrived, i was immediately offered a beer and immediately accepted offered beer.
as soon as i drank it, i had a feeling similiar to when i was in florida and chris purchased me a beer at 1982. as soon as the alcohol hit my tongue, i felt like all my receptors started screaming, "open up, boys! down the hatch!" it was a sensation like i had been drinking all along and have never stopped; i didn't want to stop. after the first band i ran across the street to purchase my own alcohol for the rest of the evening.
i came back to the party and it burns was setting up. i was very much looking forward to seeing them play! those boys fucking SHREEEEED!! the sound was kinda shitty as it was a house show, but fun none the less. the sass dragons, kevin, aaron, and a few others who knew the songs were up front singing along with me, but most people in attendance (understandibly) did not know the songs.
little carl arrived in time to see the set, and afterwards we hung out for a bit and then i accepted a ride to the mutiny to see hewhocorrupts. ed bought me a beer at the mutiny, and i headed up to the front to watch the ceiling get torn out when the band played. the place was nuts.
my roommate invited me to his church this morning because he was performing some christmas songs at the service. i agreed to go, and this was the first time i have been to church service in a LOOOONG time. like years....at least four.
i arrived about ten minutes early and sat near the back. i felt quite uncomfortable the whole time, but i did enjoy the music. my roommate performed christmas songs along with a full band. there was two guitars, bass, sax, keys, drum kit, and three female backup singers, and one soulful black man on the mic.
there was a guest speaker who gave an excellent sermon. i use the word sermon loosely in this context b/c she mostly spoke about the excitement of the holiday season and discussed the lyrics to the holiday songs that were sung that day. i actually enjoyed her presentation b/c she didn't really preach or call anyone sinners or make [me] feel bad about [myself].
please, friends, don't freak out....i'm not converting or getting born again or anything. i just accepted a invitation from my roommate. he's been trying to introduce me to people and include me in activities, and i decided that i had better accept an invitation before he stops inviting me altogher. i also felt somewhat guilty that i didn't go see him perform at bars other times when he invited me. i figured that today i could spare on hour of my time.
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