Hi.

[dorian gray]

J. talks about music, nobody replies.

 

[MFJ]

i double your triple s

 

[J.]

yeah, i lol'd

 

[NAD]

Bump.

Who died? Who lived? Who stopped listening to metal? Who went christian? These are questions deserving answers. I'll read more later and find out myself, but just thought I'd ask, see if someone can clue in the clueless. Cliffsnotes god dammit!

EDIT: I haven't been here since January, and it was in a thread called Arrogant Bastard Double Bastard. I remember... very little of that night.

 

[Plastic Nathrakh]

I'm Dick Sirloin

 

[NAD]

I'm Jane Austen.

 

[Conspicuously Absent]

HE LIVES!

 

[NAD]

CA, Ellestin, and maren, thank you for the post card. WONDERFUL pictures, oh man I want to see France so bad I have an Eiffel Tower sprouting in my pants (though much less impressive).

 

[MajestikMøøse]

I'm Moses.

It's true.

 

[NAD]

Moses, part your hair.

god damn this place is dead. But the 1-star bandit is still going strong! It's like that episode where Nelson is all old and dying but still going "Ha! Ha!" at everything.

 

[NAD]

So has it been this way for a long time? This is the first time I've visited while sober in about 2 years.

 

[Ellestin]

you mean all remotely music-related discussion outsourced in a subforum no one ever reads?

 

[NAD]

Yes, that.

I was just thinking yesterday how much more wonderful the world is whilst heavily intoxicated. Sobriety is depressing, the less I drink the more I realize that Bill Hicks was right.

 

[Ellestin]

ah but suffering is a superior state of the self. Who is Bill Hicks?

 

[NAD]

There is definitely something virtuous about the pain of life. But I think virtue is pretty much bullshit these days really.

http://tinyurl.com/m348lp

 

[Ellestin]

I see.

you're welcome to France anytime, with wife and kids and guitar.

 

[NAD]

So about 2 months ago my friend's band got one of those party bus things for a show they were going to play in LA right. Those basically amount to 40 people getting absolutely trashed for no better reason than having a creepy sex offender for a designated driver for the evening, so why not overindulge? I thought about bringing a nice single malt in a flask with me, but then thought "it's a fucking bus" so grabbed a plastic water bottle 1/3 full of cheap brandy instead. Between that and a bottle of Jameson that continually found its way into my red plastic cup (high school style, baby), I was pretty well on my way by the time we hit LA, an hour drive or so. Once we arrived I, amongst several others, stumbled out to the curb and commenced walking. Where? To the club apparently. No, the driver took us to the wrong spot. So we piled back in, and drove where we were supposed to be. We get out of the bus once again, and I head straight to the bar to order a beer for myself and my friend, although by this point I had to have him order for us. The bartender said we needed wristbands, so we went to fetch them. This is where my memory ceases. Other than throwing up in a parking lot many hours later, I remember nothing until I awoke for a brief moment at 4am, in the living room, with a freshly lined trash can sitting next to me.

So, upon slowly and painfully rising the next morning, I find a giant bruise on my hip that didn't go away for a solid month, some discomfort in my left knee that stayed for a few days, and pain in my wrist that finally subsided after about 6 weeks. I remember nothing. But I saw the pictures taken of me, and I heard the tales. I fell, pretty hard judging by my injuries. I yelled a lot. I got into a shouting match with the bouncer. I tried to sleep in the street. I passed out with my eyes wide open, in two separate locations. I honestly don't think I should have made it through the night, but I did. Good times!

 

[NAD]

you're welcome to France anytime, with wife and kids and guitar.

We'll be there next year!

Probably in May. I'll keep the guilty parties posted.

 

[Tide In Mind Out]

So about 2 months ago my friend's band got one of those party bus things for a show they were going to play in LA right. Those basically amount to 40 people getting absolutely trashed for no better reason than having a creepy sex offender for a designated driver for the evening, so why not overindulge? I thought about bringing a nice single malt in a flask with me, but then thought "it's a fucking bus" so grabbed a plastic water bottle 1/3 full of cheap brandy instead. Between that and a bottle of Jameson that continually found its way into my red plastic cup (high school style, baby), I was pretty well on my way by the time we hit LA, an hour drive or so. Once we arrived I, amongst several others, stumbled out to the curb and commenced walking. Where? To the club apparently. No, the driver took us to the wrong spot. So we piled back in, and drove where we were supposed to be. We get out of the bus once again, and I head straight to the bar to order a beer for myself and my friend, although by this point I had to have him order for us. The bartender said we needed wristbands, so we went to fetch them. This is where my memory ceases. Other than throwing up in a parking lot many hours later, I remember nothing until I awoke for a brief moment at 4am, in the living room, with a freshly lined trash can sitting next to me.

So, upon slowly and painfully rising the next morning, I find a giant bruise on my hip that didn't go away for a solid month, some discomfort in my left knee that stayed for a few days, and pain in my wrist that finally subsided after about 6 weeks. I remember nothing. But I saw the pictures taken of me, and I heard the tales. I fell, pretty hard judging by my injuries. I yelled a lot. I got into a shouting match with the bouncer. I tried to sleep in the street. I passed out with my eyes wide open, in two separate locations. I honestly don't think I should have made it through the night, but I did. Good times!

Awesome. Sounds a lot like my drunken experience in LA!

 

[Krilons Resa]

Sounds a lot like my friend's bachelor party a few weeks back.