Last night fuckin' rocked. It was Reverend Horton Heat with Hank III and Nashville Pussy at Jannus Landing. I went with Anthony and Mark in what is becoming the semi-annual boys night out in St Pete. Like last time we got there early, checked into our hotel rooms, and convened at Midtown Sundries for lunch and drinks. After watching Anthony down a strange combination of 3 different liquors, Mark and I finished our Jack&Cokes and headed across to Detroit Liquors for a to go bottle.Wellllll... the first bottle of Jack was gone before doors opened. Which was no big deal cause I was already loud 'n proud at that point anyway. Good thing I had that flask full of Crown Royal in my pocket ;)
Hank III rocked but I can't remember most of the Reverend's set. Primo as usual I'm sure. I was too busy weaving around the crowd and spilling beer everywhere. I ran into Dave and Gen, Kristin, Monique (and her twin sister - oops!) and Blake. All of whom were surprised to see me, though I think it might have been disgust, not surprise on their faces.
The whole night pretty much ended up looking a lot like this. I had a great time all around, but might have pushed my luck with the drinking a little. If it weren't for the fact that a lot of people hadn't seen me at all in a while, I might have made an ass of myself. OH WELL. Those of you who know me, know by now that I can get a little 'hyper' sometimes. But I also know that you guys all love me anyways.Here's to all my good friends, you guys all rock!
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The devil indeed. What a blast, the pinnacle being Anthony chucking his perfectly good full beer into the crowd. After that, I have no idea what, who, where, and when what happened. All I remember is waking up and hating Anthony and his sleep apnea, never mind his night terrors...or was that just my headache? As usual, a fucking good time had by all. Good friends, good drinks, and good music. America, FUCK YEAH.
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