Let's see.
The night after Daverthumps (which I guess was Sunday night), Mike was planning to have a fire and camp out with a bunch of people from work on Mission Beach. I was closing that night, but we got out at 11 'cause I was processing like a mofo. On crack. Called Mike. Turned out the tide was all the way in, so we couldn't do shit at Mission Beach. We all (me, Mike, Marla, Chad and Bekah) went to Ricky and Jackie's. Talked about work all night long. Heh. I think I was the only one who got wasted. Jackie put this bottle of brandy in my face so I was taking pulls off that for hours. Then Chad, Mike and I went to B'fish and gorged. Hung out with Chad in the parking lot for a bit, then we went and got my car and went to Mike's. Passed out.
Monday morning I headed to the island to see Terry for a bit. He was massively hungover and had a black eye from colliding with Dana's elbow the night before at Molly's. It was nuts. Took Terry and Ryan grocery shopping. Went back to the house and watched Flying Circus for hours. Left when Mike called and said he got off work early and was gonna go hang out with Melissa in South Everett. Met up with them and Melissa's new co-worker Trea at La Palmera. AMF, Spider Bite. Put on some wedges (that's when you know I'm almost done, heh!). Gave Mike my car keys. Heh. From there we went to One Eyed Jack's, which was dead. So we all had a Spider Bite and left for the pool hall (which I learned is actually called Uncle Jack's. Go figure.). Another Spider Bite. Cue Bre having to be walked to the bathroom to puke up everything she's ever eaten. Poor Mike came into the women's bathroom with me and was telling inquiring minds that I had food poisoning from eating at the Famous Wok at work. HEH! That's all I really remember. Went back to Melissa's complex to drop them off at Trea's car (with a stop in front of a porn shop in Lynnwood so I could puke again), then went to Joshy's to recuperate. ERIC WAS THERE. Apparently he's living there now. Eric was an apprentice at Darkhorse when Sarah and I used to go there all the time. Crazy. So we eat foodz and s'mores and Mike ended up puking for a while 'cause he already wasn't feeling good from the night before. So memorial day 2008, Mike and I will always remember as us being dumb and puking everywhere. HEH. As soon as he was okay to start moving again (which was around midnight), I drove us to Mike's car in Melissa's complex. We both passed out in the car for an hour. Woke up, went back to Mike's. And we had to be up at 5am. Fucking. Awesome. So I went to work and Mike was still getting ready for his first day as assistant manager at Zumiez. YAY.
I felt like balls. So bad. I thought I was gonna have to leave. But I started feeling better after Emerald got in (her energy is seriously contagious) and I got some food in me at lunch. Tim Roach (the district's LP guy) came in for a surprise visit. Eff. Did flip flops all damn day. If I ever have to look at another flip flop again... UGH. Got off at 2:14, got gas 'cause I'd been running on empty since the night before (DAMN good thing I have a Geo...), went home, ate, put on the 3rd season of Family Guy and passed out. Woke up to boys thumping around at like 9:30. And here I am. Heh.
I have to work at 6am again tomorrow. Shit. I have to go back to sleep.
Oh. And no MSI for me on Friday unless I can get someone to cover my shift. I requested the day after off MONTHS ago when I was still working mornings every day, so I thought I would be okay. NOPE. I close on Friday. No good.
BUT! Bumbershoot is gonna be amazing this year because of STP and Beck alone. So I'm totally going to that. Just need to figure out who's playing when so I can request days off accordingly.
And I'm so going to Foo Fighters July 9th. Yep.
Okay. Sleep.
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