silly pilly

so i went to metric on friday night with the old 3fb (3rd floor, bitches!) crew. oh, do i never not miss being a stupid rezzie. that was like a year long venereal disease that would just not go away. but i do love the friends that i have from rez which are still fooled into thinking i'm cool enough to hang out with. most likely they just drink too much to not notice how much of a loser i really am. so, the joke is on them! suckas.

but the show was fun. wait. let's rephrase that to: sweaty, hot, with really long lines for the bar. i spent most of my time peeing in the bathroom and complaining to random people about the lack of paper towels and the large mountain of trash in the corner. that was until i discovered the sneaky upstairs bathroom, which was nice and cool compared to the sweatbox that was the balcony.

turns out this girl knew about the upstairs bathroom as well. and made the best 'pee face' ever when asked to pose showing us her 'pee face'.


















shortly after, half melted, and more than half stoopid, we left that scene for the hose. also known as the most dangerous bar in the world. three floors high, the only thing separating one from the front door and the dance floor is about five hundred and forty seven stairs. what's that? yes! building a bar with five hundred and forty seven stairs is the smartest idea ever.

i think they have one person come in early, dial 9-1, and wait around for the first casualty of the night. however, me and my posse seemed to evade death yet once again, and got our boogie on.

while taking a break from getting our boogie on, this dude showed us his new prescription glasses. his eyesight has improved since his last checkup, so i think he said something about actually decreasing the strength of his lenses. i asked him where he got the frames, but he wouldn't tell. i think he wants to be unique.



















and not only does the hose have alot of stairs. they also get frequented by gangs. this girl is some gang leader from the west side apparently. it's actually a gang of mad scientists, evident by her backup crime fighting crew, with mad-scientist hair and mad-scientist glasses. i think she's mad because if she had challenged us to a dance off, we would have won. you know, you can never be too prepared for a dance off. so i had been practicing for like three nights straight, and i think she could tell.



















friday was fun. saturday was useless. and come to think of it, so was sunday. mostly because i'm a lazy bum, and i like watching laguna beach way too much.