The Reality of Rockstar Dreams

I like that most of my friends work outside. When it rains they don't have to work and can start drinking at 1:30 in the afternoon. This is fine with me because I can meet up with them and try and catch up. This is what happened yesterday:

-Go to the ship and right away we leave. (Someone needed to supply his herbal habit)
-Drive all the way up to crowfoot to buy weed, end up sitting in the car for like 45 mins. Buy the time we left the windows were more fogged up than prom night.
-Go to Nicastro's. If you have never been there, I don't really recomend it. There is no jukebox and something like 100 tv's. Plus some waitresses who have been on the venga bus for the last 30 yrs. They partied with Elvis, The Stones, Fleetwood Mac, etc...
-Go to Broken City. Where we procede to get loose. I don't like to be associtaed with scenesters and the likes, but it was a good night. The music was good, drinks were less than $5.00, and the people were fun. There were ambiguous guys, girls who danced to hard and their makeup ran all over them and their hair was a total mess, and not to many college kids. Scott got a little risky and left me the sweetest phone message at 5 in the am. I ran into some people I hadn't seen in many many moons.
-Went home to sleep because I have to work today and don't get the pleasure of "rain days"

-Pickle

Oh yeah, we will be heading to Coyote's tonight for a Solo Mobile dealy. Free drinks if you have an in. And, if you ever get the chance to ride with Beach in the Lahey mobile, do it. It is better than any roller coaster ride out there. He will scare the shit out of you.