Thursday, August 6, 2009
D-12
First to comment on the last few posts, christine herbs dilute, was that too many mojitos for you, it almost sounded sad. patrick sorry about my aunt, but to her defense she is a relative from Wyoming and doesn't everyone get mistaken for n. korean leaders by someone from Wyoming. John what was so awkward about the party or was i too drunk to notice, i did rant more than usual, but that's been a custom of mine lately and i don't think anyone could show up twyla on that note. i plan on ordering more wine, if i was sober and realized it was not for just that night and i had a way to store it home, i would have done so. also i was in and out of sleep for the ride home, who knows what insanity patrick had to listen to from me. Well once again we are playing august 28th with the coconut coolouts and sugar, sugar, sugar...it was fun last year to have you guys up here, especially patrick's christian friends who i'm sure were amused with the notorious slapping incident and the beer pyramids that happened, if people want to come up again that would be rad, especially joel's brother, i miss him. but if people can't make it up then i will play the show and move my ass to the wild buffalo where they want me to work at midnight for the d-12 show, which i'm super excited for.
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First of all, they were not Christians. As if anyone of a reasonably holy demeanor would spend five minutes with my heathen ass without trying to save me (which I would not stand for). No, they were merely teachers, if that counts for anything. I just think they weren't quite expecting two people they'd just met to start engaging in domestic violence.
ReplyDeleteSecond, the only thing you were babbling to me inbetween falling asleep was how much you love Belgian beer. So no deep dark secrets or anything.
the truth isn't just grand ... it's also fucking hilarious. but I do not remember this spontaneous and utterly random act of domestic violence. I feel it must be dangerous that I can't remember.
ReplyDeleteI remember beeramids and waking up on some weird girl's couch with a record in my hand thinking...'I better get the fuck out of here.'
ReplyDeleteI think Nate slept on a park bench that night.
ReplyDeletejoel, that was no help at all.
ReplyDeleteI just want to know who slapped who?
ReplyDeleteThe party wasn't awkward, but I was slightly embarassed that I didn't know the language you were speaking later in the night. You're so worldly, Brooker. I knew that it was some kind of GibbaJabba, but I couldn't identify the dialect. A few words came through, but I just didn't want to admit my ignorance.
ReplyDeleteNate: You were the slapper. I'll let you sort out who you slapped.
ReplyDeleteJohn: She was probably just mumbling nonsense about Belgian beer. Apparently she's rather fond of the stuff.
and I'll try to be there, Brooke. Our Malbec release bash is the next day, so I'll have to be ahead of my game in never-before-seen ways. It sounds like a time not to be missed though, so you know, I guess I'll go.
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