OH. MY. GOD.

Sooooo the drive down was fairly uneventful. We left at 2pm on Wednesday and I drove from the house to Albany, Oregon (I DIDN'T PUMP MY OWN GAS. IT FREAKED ME OUT), John drove from Albany to somewhere around Mt. Shasta City, CA, then I took over from there to just after Sacramento. John drove from there to Coalinga, then I drove the rest of the way to LA. We got there at like 1pm on Thursday. LA really freaked me out at first. I was in complete and utter shock at how so much shit is packed into that city. Plus, we came in through the ghetto, so I was a little freaked out about that. Heh! Went and got Karina, followed her all over La Brea and Hollywood trying to find a hotel that wouldn't try to rape us for over $70 a night. It didn't happen. We ended up deciding on the Blue Star Inn on La Brea. It was $75 a night. Ugh. It was decent. Not extraordinary, but clean enough. Although, we did turn on the tv and there was porn blasting in our faces. HEH! Luckily there were some regular channels, too.

So basically all of Thursday afternoon was spent on our asses in the motel. We did, however, go check out Hollywood later that night. Went to H&H and couldn't buy a goddamn thing. It was torture. Got harassed by a Jack Sparrow impersonator. Took some pictures of the Scientology sign and Marilyn's hand/foot prints at the Chinese Theater. Her hand prints were absolutely FILTHY 'cause so many effing people put their hands into them over the years. Went back to the room and passed out while everyone else went to Karina's friend's 'ninja party', where I guess no one was even dressed as a ninja. Heh.

Woke up around 10 the next morning to a cold In-N-Out burger sitting on the table. Awwwww. Went and paid dude for another night, then wandered down La Brea and got foodz. We got smashed when we went back to the room. Well, I did. I got all drunk and happy and ended up passing the fuck out. Woke up with money on my head. Still drunk. Heh. So we parked at H&H, took Karina to work at Hot Pocket and started the walk to the Keyclub. Which was WAAAYYYYY farther than we thought it would be. Like, FUCKING FAR. H&H was on one of the 6000 blocks on Hollywood Blvd. Keyclub was like, 90-something thousand on Sunset. It was amazing though. We walked by about a million liquor stores that DELIVERED and the Whiskey. Heeee. So we finally get there, pick up the tickets we will-called, got inside and we each had a six-dollar beer. FUCK. I had a PABST and it was SIX FUCKING DOLLARS. The opening bands were pretty decent, but I was experiencing too many nerves to enjoy them properly. Went downstairs and finally met Six and Sic at the merchy booth. Bought a sticker for Dr. Tran-sir, 'cause I literally only had like $7 and the shirts were effing $30. When HWP finally took the stage I went absolutely fucking ballistic. My neck still hurts.

So. They played (in this order? I can't remember...):

Graverobbers From Mars
Disease
Exit Wound
Drugstore
Shine
Electra
Powerstrip
ONE NIGHT IN SPAIN (I literally started to cry)
Dog
AND THEY COVERED "I FEEL YOU" by DEPECHE FUCKING MODE. OH. MY. GOD.

Best. Show. EVAARRRR. Brandon took off running to H&H to pick up Karina before Snot started. HEH. And they were really, really amazing. The new singer sounds exactly like Lynn. They got back with my car before Snot's set ended. And since Karina's not 21 yet and she didn't have a ticket, we couldn't stay for the after party. I was starting to feel gnarly anyway, so we just went back to the room. I passed out almost immediately.

Woke up around 10am, started loading all our shit back into our vehicles, then went to IHOP in Inglewood for the most ridiculously tiny pancakes EVER, then went to Karina's to hang out and drink coffee and check our myspaces until 2. Our departure was pretty emotional. Heh. Karina didn't want us to leave, and *I* REALLY didn't want to leave. I wanted to just effing stay and look for a job. Really.

Traffic on 110 was insane. But when we hit Northbound I-5 it lightened up a bit. The drive home went by so fucking fast. I drove from LA to some place I didn't catch the name of (I'd imagine it was somewhere around the Coalinga area), John drove from there to Zamora, I drove from there to Yreka, John from there to Albany, then I drove from there until somewhere around Chehalis. Where I got pulled over for the first time ever. UGH. The cop apparently clocked me at 81 in a 70. Which is fucking BULLSHIT. But, I'm going to pay it 'cause he could have cited me for no insurance but didn't. THANK GOD. John got a ticket for sleeping in the backseat without a seatbelt. Whatever. He's gonna contest it. HEH. So after that I found a rest area and John took over until we got to Justin's in Marysville. No one was home. GUH. Drove back home and passed the fuck out.

Weeeeeeee. Time to resize a million pictures. However. Here is the most memorable quote from the trip:

"There's really hot girls in Oregon. But there's really hot girls everywhere. So FUCK OREGON." -John, said somewhere in Portland

Also, our road trip names were derived from overpasses in Portland. HEH. We drove under Killingsworth St or some shit and I said that would be my new Myspace name. HEH. Madame Killingsworth. So John said he and Brandon would take the next overpasses. Brandon wound up being "Mr. Going" and John was "Sir Skidmore". Amazingpants.

GUH. So doing this again next year. But next time I might not come back.