...and I wasn't even in MPLS!!

What a weekend....and I wasn't even at the party in MPLS!!

On Friday, I decided rather late to go to the show in Normal. Got there in time for Elway and Masked Intruder. There was a shit-ton of people there and the sets were totally tour tight as expected, even if the bands were obviously under the influence of EVERYTHING THEY WANTED!!!

The pit was brutal; lots of younger-ish college kids with no knowledge of pit-etiquette. But whatevs. For MI, there were TWO cops on stage. Officer Bradford, of course, and the (deaf/mute) bouncer from the bar. It. Was. So. Awesome. Everyone was fully supportive of him being up on stage, and he even crowd surfed once! The look of sheer joy on his face was priceless. I was pushed out of the side/back, but could still see. Near the end of the set, Officer Bradford hoisted me over his shoulder like a caveman carrying his conquest and walked me through the pit. I was wearing a short skirt and my ass was pretty much at face height of everyone! I'm sure there was a glimpse of blue panties, too. It's funny to me!

After the show, people were hanging out a bit, and I was invited to come back to the motel, too. I got my own room. The party bus with the bands, the bouncer, and several locals pulled up outside about 20 minutes later. Jackson called me, I told him my room number, and we were in the shower and then fucking within 5 minutes. A solid bang-out session, as expected. I came several times again, we put all the towels down to try to not soak the bed we would have to sleep on. Jackson came twice. Passed out around 5am, miraculously. I didn't take any drugs, but I felt like I was speeding balls. I was totally wired and couldn't shut the fuck up! I woke up around 9am, totally wired still. We did it once more, with me coming first on top. Then I sat down on the floor and Jackson stood in front of my. I blew him until he was ready to come, then he ejaculated all over my tits. Without cleaning it off of me, we changed into our swim suits (he only had underwear, and ended up wearing my gym shorts, which was funny because they were so tight and so short), grabbed some breakfast beers I had on ice in the sink, and went down to the pool. The semen was glistening in the sun, which is also funny to me. My intention was to wash it off in the pool, but the water was freezing!! I did splash myself/wash it off with hand, because there was no way I was submerging my body in that cold water! We did eventually wade in up to our waists. Jason came out on the deck and joined us for a smoke.

Drove back to the venue (bands), I went across the street to get a tofu scramble. Then I went back to the venue and had another beer before we all parted ways.

I drove to Chicago and went straight to Ben's house. Vitor and Biddy were there, too, and we sat on the porch drinking High Life and admiring (me) all the cute boyz in cut-off shorts, sleeves ditched, zipping around on their bicycles!

I met up with Booker to get the paintings from him. Shit looks tight. I gave him the three bags of coffee from CR. We talked in his house and also in the street for about 30 minutes, then I had plans to meet up with Roy at New Wave.

I ordered 90 miles and stopped by the liquor store for some beer when I went to pick it up. I ordered a spicy tofu sandwich with grilled onions and peppers and black beans. It was delicious. The bread is amaaaaazing!


Everyone else left to go to the Beat Kitchen for a show, I stayed at home and took a nap. Nick came home after work to take a nap before heading to his show at Quencher's. We talked for several minutes. Roy texted me at 11pm, and I walked to Cole's to meet up with him and his girl and nine of her friends. There were A LOT of weirdos there. By weirdos, I mean hipsters. Full of themselves. Girls who are otherwise probably cute but who wear unflattering clothes. The bands sounded great, though. I did't go into the back room where the stage was but was able to hear it at a nice volume from the front room, where I had a seat at the bar. I was admiring the bartender. A dude named Micky was admiring me. He came up to me, introducted himself, and told me I was the most gorgeous girl in the bar. He liked a Rachel Maddow vibe I was putting out (a compliment, referring to my glasses, hairstyle, and jawline). I was pretty chilled out at the bar. I had like five beers at the house before I left, then two at the bar, and some smoke went around. I didn't indulge, but I did get a little contact high and was super chilled out. It was nice. There was absolutely no stress in my body whatsoever. It was very zen.

Two of Angie's friends were fucking wasted, and Roy drove them home. I walked back to Ben's house, where five us stayed up hanging out. I went to Ben's room to sleep for a bit, then a few hours later, he came and woke me up. I was to go sleep out in the living room because he had a girl with him....no problem. There were four of us on all the couches and floor in the front room. Thank fuck no one was snoring! I think I heard Nick stumble in late late late, but I also don't know. I woke originally at like 7am. I knew Booker was already awake and I texted him about meeting up for Handlebar.

We met up at 1020am. I had arrived at 10am and ordered a Tecate. Book was glad to see I was back on the sauce. (Hahahaha! Me, too!) I ordered another beer and a vegan sloppy joe. It was delicious. TVP base with slaw, served on sourdough. Collard greens for the side. We hung our for about an hour, then I drove home.

An excellent weekend. I have that special mental easiness that results from the sheer exhaustion of a weekend bender. And I'm off work tomorrow, too!!!!