They Say

What's that they say about a weekend wasted is never a wasted weekend. More exploits to report:

On Saturday, everyone's favorite evening bird and I drove to Carbondale for Copyrights, Liipstick Homicide, Treasure Fleet, and Hospital Job at the Hanger. There was a lot of people there, including four others from STL.

The show was great. Hospital Job played first. They were great! A lot better than when I saw them perform in Belleville last summer.

Lipstick Homicide was second. That girl fucking shreds. I love to watch her headbang when she plays. I usually am not a fan of female vox, but I enjoy these girls' sound.

Treasure Fleet was third. Had never seen them before, and it was pretty good. Not completely my taste, but I enjoyed it and I like to watch Isaac perform. He was wearing some weird get up, with a bandana, feather earring, and face paint.

Copyrights played last, and it was excellent. I was pretty buzzed and down in the front with Fred and Christine and some others singing along and dancing. They played Four Eyes and Graveyards, which were both surprises. I like Four Eyes, but I feel kinda weird singing along with it.

After the show, we went to Adam and Amanda's house where like 20 other people were also staying. Their house is totallt bitchin' and nice. Like its furnished well and all the furniture matches. A real home. Its very spacious, too. Nighthawk snores, so I slept upstairs on a couch. Everyone else slept downstairs.

Next day we left late late morning to drive back to STL. I was pretty hungover and dehydrated. I dropped Nighthawk off at the Minnesota House and went home to take a nap. Did not shower.

Biff messaged me about Fucked Up playing at Firebird. I was pretty tired, but wanted to go to the show since word is that Fucked Up is going to take a break from touring. So I picked up Biff and he told me funny stories about getting a fine ass black women's number, and this one wasn't a prostitute. He also found a pack of cigarettes in his jacket pocket and they were menthol!!

So we drove to the show, slammed a Busch pounder in the parking lot, and went inside to catch the end of Everything Went Black. Its not my taste, but it was good. I was surprised that they were that good. Hoffman had excellent stage presence. We went back to the car and slammed two more beers in the parking lot then went back in for Shaved Women. I have seen them perform twice before. Both times at a local show where no one (band or audience) seemed to care, and I had not been impressed. But they were. A completely different dynamic this time. I would def go see them again if I knew they were going to actually put on a show.

Fucked Up played last. They were excellent, as I was expecting they would be. I was pretty shithammered by this time. In addition to the beers we drank outside, I also had three (possibly four) 24oz cans in the venue and I had not eaten anything prior.

F'ed Up's set was amazing. It was loud! My right ear feels like it has a cotton ball in it. The crowd was way into the set. A lot of people moving around and singing along. But no one being a shithead or ruining it for everyone else. I bought a t-shirt with the intention of hacking off the sleeves.

Saw a lot of friends at the show, and it was nice. Afterhours was at Atomic Cowboy. Biff and I drove over and got some more beers and sat out by the firepit for a while. Then we went inside to the venue side and there was a Dj spinning a weird mash up of dropkick murphys and latin salsa. We danced. It was dark, dark times! Hahaha!

We got the fuck out of the barr and I drove Biff home to the Minnesota House. I don't remember what the guise was to get me in the house, but I went in the house. Nighthawk was up watching a movie about world record arcade game play. Wow. What a bunch of tools. It was interesting, though.

I sat on the couch and thought I was going to get sick. Had the spins super bad. I went into the bathroom and puked, but. Not very much. It did come out my nose and burn like hell, though. I fell asleep on the couch.

At like 4am, Biff woke me up and told me to scoot over so he could lay down next to me. I wanted it, even though I knew it was a terrible idea. We made out on the couch for a little while then went upstairs to his room. We attempted to bang out, but that shit was not happening on account of all the booze and pills sabatoging certain necessities.

So we fell alseep for a few hours. It was nice sleeping next to Biff. He was warm and incredibly tender. Total cuddler, which surprised me. At approx 815am my phone rang and it was work! Oh, shit! I told them I had just then woken up and would be late. I then fell back asleep for another hour or two.after a few hours sleep, Biff got his wiener to work (we joked about this!) And couldn't let that go to waste. My pussy was wet, so we attempted to bang out. Biff came, I didn't, and I didn't really care. Afterwards, we laid next to each other and joked around for a while. I gently scratched his back and we made out some more. He got hard again, and I got on top this time. His bed was incredibly loud; I hope no one else was home. I was not able to come. I was still a little drunk and very dehydrated. Work called again. I told them that I was not at home when they called earlier, which was true, but that I was on my way. Biff and I laid close to each other some more and joked around until I really did have to get up and get dressed.

I did not shower, luckily my hair was not crazy. I got to work about 4 hours late. Oh, well. They weren't mad, and actually thought it was funny. I did, too.

I like Biff a lot as a person. He is one cool cat and he has this magnetic personality that really draws one in. I thought he was going to be a fucking stud, but I was rather unstisfied with the sex. I am chalking it up to a combination of this. One is that we had been boozing all night so I understand complications from that. But he also seemed very nervous. If that was the case, though, I think the drugs would have provided some courage. Or maybe he wasn't into me once we got down to it. I don't really know.

I also felt a little weird. Yes, I have wanted him for a while, but I never thought it would actually happen, especially since. I banged Matt out numerous times in that very same house until very recently, and they are friends since grade school.

I will not contact Biff for a hook up again, but if he contacts me, I will give it one more try. I hope that we remain friends and continue to go to shows and whatnot. Biff's not crazy, so I'm sure it will all be cool.