I've checked everything i can online and made all my phone calls that are work related and now i must go out side to work. rather i think I'm going to go out for breakfast instead. we didn't get back to our house until almost two this morning. the show was great! loudest one one yet! cheese did her best to hang tough, but had to break during the show. her ears were pounding. we got to San Fransisco and found a parking spot, argued with a security guard who was in charge of watching the bathroom in a burger-king. this little fucking man took his job way too seriously.
"this bathroom is for paying customers only."
"yeah, my friends are in line getting me something."
*i wave to my imaginary friend in line and give him the whats up nod*
"well, you must stand behind the cone,"
"oh, i didn't see any sign. my bad."
"well I'm telling you about it now, stand behind the cone."
*standing behind the cone with about four other people*
"now, i don't want you people trashing this bathroom. no toilet paper all over the place and trash. YOU GOT IT?"
"what no spray paint? i was planning to write shit all over the walls. damn."
this funny little black man walks over and gets another cone for me to stand behind. i kick his present cone up a few inches as i bounce from one foot to the other.
"don't move these cones..." he growls at me.
after we leave the comfortable piss/puke/shit smelling joys of that burger king we find a half full bar and try to get a drink. the bartender there was not in the mood to make any money. apparently they were beyond capacity. (remember i said it was half full?)
found another one with happy hour drinks and planted our asses. drank and waited for denims brothers to show up.
went to the show, drank some more, crazy fun people watching and drove home... yeah sorry. end of this post is a let down. i do have to go out and get some breakfast, err. i mean get some work done out in the yard.