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9.27.2004hi, jon... this is your liver
so i drank a little bit this weekend. okay, i drank a lot. but, it's both bogus and sad when you outdrink your friends who are drunk, and you're looking around thinking to yourself, i'm still sober enough to play pool. well.
not that i was sober, mind you. but i wasn't even hungover when i woke up yesterday morning. what the hell is that about? i did, however, have one moment of joy which occurred outside of the bar on saturday night. actually, it was outside of the denver diner. marcello and carrie were already there. i pulled into the parking lot. it was full. then i noticed out of my rear view mirror that someone behind me was pulling out, so i backed up a bit, put my blinker on and waited. when the car pulled out, it blocked me, momentarily, from pulling into the space. during that three seconds some fucker, who was perpendicular to me, steals my parking spot. let me tell you something. i'm an east coast kid. you don't fuck with someone's parking spot. if you do, you're going to get sworn at, if not get your ass kicked. however, i am all of 5'8". i am not kicking anyone's ass. but i'm italian, and i'm angry, so you better believe i can talk. so, as luck would have it, a parking spot right next to him opens up, so i take it. meanwhile, as i'm walking towards the diner, i say a few things about that fucking asshole which were not-so-under my breath. next thing i know, the stupid goat-ball-licker is yelling something at me across the parking lot. he catches up to me outside the diner and starts getting in my face. long story short (too late), marcello came out because our table got called, and i went inside and ate. as we got up to pay, the 5'3" boy who will most likely have a career driving a short bus got up from his table and went outside, presumably to "wait for me." i went up to his friends and said, "is he serious?" to which one of them responded, "he's angry, maybe you should go apologize." WHAT?!? i can only assumed his friend realized how dumb he sounded, because right after i walked away he went outside to make sure his "would have trouble comprehending the content of highlights for children magazine" friend did not get hurt. so, as we left, we just ignored the kid and walked past. of course he was still yelling shit and started to follow us around the corner. so, when we were just about to the car, i called him a "fucking piece of shit." just to be a dick about it. pictures of the night's more tame events can be found at the first link above. follow it. pictures of ghent, belgium are right here. ![]() the castle of the counts. watch out for the big metal spider. ![]() seriously, i forget what this is a picture of. i just thought the building looked cool. i'm also a stupid moron. ![]() same french girl, different belgian city. |
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