Went to MPLS for sweet bday celebrations. I love that city more and more each time I visit. I came home and actually looked up info for nursing schools in the area.
I had a direct flight on Saturday. Took the light rail into the city and JT met met at the station. We walked to a liquor store then checked in to a hotel.
We hung out all afternoon drinking whisky, socializing at Grumpy's, then went to the show at Triple Rock. It was a good time. I watched Arrivals and the last half of the Soviettes set.
I was pretty shithammered on V.O., and was in the front room talking with people and forgot about the bands in the show room. I got whisky drunk and was puking until about 4pm the next day. It was brutal. I went to Hard Times and got some biscuits and gravy, and ordered some veg pizza later. Went to Grumpy's to meet up with people for more bday celebrations. JT was incredibly drunk and incoherent. He kinda pissed me off, actually, but I knew what I was getting into when I agreed to visit.
JT has purchased some Viagra at la farmicia in Mexico recently, and he took half of it. When we got back to the hotel, his boner was freaking huge. We banged out for a long time. It has to be some kind of record for him because he's not very patient, rushes a lot. Sometimes he gets rough, almost too rough for my taste, but I still enjoyed it. I also got him to slow down, had him just lay back and enjoy it.
Next day we both had to fly out in the afternoon. Took a car to the airport and parted ways. The sun was out and it was a relatively nice day.
I don't feel guilty about hooking up with JT on this trip even though I have been casually seeing some one in STL, because I have been CAUSALLY seeing some one in STL. It's almost too casual. If I was really important to him, he'd claim me. But he hasn't, so it's game on.
This is so funny to me:
I saw Dave at the Triple Rock, and learned that on this particular night, this mystery was finally solved:
So back in 2004 Rivethead and OWTH went on tour together, and Curt Perry was the roadie. They had a show at the Cross in Carbondale, and I was in attendance and got blackout drunk and made out with some one from MPLS. For years, I did not know who it was, but I knew it was only kissing, and I knew his name started with a hard C sound.
I woke up the morning after the show on a cat piss-soaked couch on a porch on Cherry Street, colder than I have ever been in my entire life, and to my knowledge never saw the guy again.
From retelling this story Dave said that Curt was nowhere to be found after the show or the next morning. The bands (at least Dave, from retelling this story) could not find him, and nearly left him because they had to get back on the road, and this was before anyone had a cell phone. No one had been to Carbondale before, either.
They ended up finding Curt wandering around the neighborhood trying to find the house where the bands had stayed. And the girl from the make out (yours truly!) has remained a mystery (to Dave, and most likey everyone else) until this weekend.
I had told Zack about when I saw him at a show back in MPLS in 2008. I asked him who the roadie was, a name with a hard C, and he told me, but I don't think he put two and two together.
So the case is considered closed! HAHAHAHA! Dave told me that I picked a winner that night, in Curt. I hope the same could be said that Curt picked a winner that night, too. HAHAHA!
Other highlights of most recent MPLS trip:
Also, I saw Sam at the Triple Rock. Its always a pleasure. He asked me why I didn't let him know that I was coming to town. I said that I wasn't into guys who had girlfriends. He told me that he didn't have a girlfriend (anymore).
I saw Paddy at (NE) Grumpy's and he was pretty intoxicated and he shook my hand and said, "You're Roy's friend!" As he shook my hand, the back of his hand lightly brushed against one of my breasts. He just froze and said, "My hand just touched your boob." And then a deadpan, "That was awesome!" Smiled and walked away.
This is funny to me because I can picture Roy having the same reaction and same look on his face in the same situation. I guess those 90s Evanston kids are all cut from the same cloth! HAHA!
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