I remember Halloween

Another Halloween came and went this past weekend, and I must say it was a damn good one. The band played a Halloween show on Friday night, which was one of the better shows in recent memory as far as how well we performed as a band. Some of the costumes were also just amazing. Ernie (from Bert and Ernie), Bobby Light, and Green Man were just some of the high lights. The show went of very well aside from a very stupid, and very drunken fight between my roommate and my friend. No one remembered anything in the morning about it, and no real punches were thrown, so all in all it wasn't as bad as it could have been. The band decided to go with the group costume of the Reservoir Dogs, which ended up being awesome. Everyone caught on pretty quickly (thanks in part to name tags we wore to make it a little more obvious what we were going for), and everyone had a great time. Although Saturday wasn't much to talk about. I decided that staying up until 7am drinking on Saturday morning was a GREAT idea, so when I woke up on Saturday afternoon, I have a hangover that wouldn't quit. I would have spent the day in bed, but I had to get up and go meet my landlord to sign the lease to my apartment. I sat in his house for about 35 minutes, all while focusing EVERY ounce of effort on not throwing up on this nice old mans kitchen table and my lease agreement. After that I had to go home because I promised my dad that I would come over and help him around the house, which I ended up not doing because I took a nap before I went over, and by the time I showed up, it was raining and getting dark. He bought me dinner but I only got about 5 bites down before I felt the urge to vomit again. Needless to say Saturday was kind of a bust, as far as being a normal human goes. I drove down to my girlfriends house and just hung out with her, and we were both passed out by 11:30.

I'd say the weekend was a success because the show Friday night made up for being a hungover piece of shit the rest of the weekend. All in the name of rock 'n' roll, right? Anyway, this week looks like it will be the same deal. Thursday night I'm going out to Brooklyn to catch a fantastic band that goes by the name Fucked Up. They are playing their new album front to back, with the help of the Vivian Girls and Andrew W.K., so I plan on partying hard all night. Friday we pack up and make the trip up to Syracuse for a show, then over to Rochester the next night. All in all this Thursday-Sunday should be interesting to say the least.

Oh yeah, and my truck decided to get REALLY loud on Saturday afternoon, which means I get to leave work today, and crawl around under it to figure out what the hell is wrong. Fantastic. Happy Monday Fuckers.