met up with Ali, Greg, Aurel, Greg's wife Paula, Greg's buddy Rob (I think that was his name) at some Irish bar in the city
proceeded to consume massive quantities of beer, and poorly made Irish Car Bomb shots
went to show, drank more beer while waiting out Sanctity's performance
went inside for Gojira. they SLAYED
punched some stupid kid in the back of the head
back outside for more beers
back inside for Amon Amarth. they UBER SLAYED, stole the show, naturally. played much air guitar and sang in my worst death metal voice (i.e. my only death metal voice).
completely disregarded Bodom, back outside for much more beer.
hung out with Richard Christy at the bar, he claims to not remember drinking a cup of dip spit in Jon Shaeffer's room at PPIII. I called him a liar. Aurel took pics.
ran into Jack Starr, gave him a hug. He plead with me to "go easy on him."
walked back to Irish bar
tackled a VERY FUCKING HEAVY garbage can, I think I broke my shoulder. holy shit it hurts today
back to bar, now it all gets fuzzy, but I know Mind Eraser shots were involved, and I pulled off the incredible feat of hitting on and getting numbers from both the cute chick at the bar, and the hot as fucking hell bartender with the amazing ass
somehow I got home at about 3:30 in the morning.
good times
proceeded to consume massive quantities of beer, and poorly made Irish Car Bomb shots
went to show, drank more beer while waiting out Sanctity's performance
went inside for Gojira. they SLAYED
punched some stupid kid in the back of the head
back outside for more beers
back inside for Amon Amarth. they UBER SLAYED, stole the show, naturally. played much air guitar and sang in my worst death metal voice (i.e. my only death metal voice).
completely disregarded Bodom, back outside for much more beer.
hung out with Richard Christy at the bar, he claims to not remember drinking a cup of dip spit in Jon Shaeffer's room at PPIII. I called him a liar. Aurel took pics.
ran into Jack Starr, gave him a hug. He plead with me to "go easy on him."
walked back to Irish bar
tackled a VERY FUCKING HEAVY garbage can, I think I broke my shoulder. holy shit it hurts today
back to bar, now it all gets fuzzy, but I know Mind Eraser shots were involved, and I pulled off the incredible feat of hitting on and getting numbers from both the cute chick at the bar, and the hot as fucking hell bartender with the amazing ass
somehow I got home at about 3:30 in the morning.
good times