|All four lanes
||[Aug. 2nd, 2006|10:20 am]
I was coming down 95-S to work this morning, and I noticed that the suspended LED message board said "ACCIDENT EXIT 49(?) RT 100 ALL LANES BLOCKED SEEK ALTERNATE ROUTES". Needless to say at 9 in the morning after having indulged in some alcohol the night before, "seeking alternate routes" was beyond my capabilities or interests. So, of course, I get to within about three miles of the 100 junction and bam. wall of cars. F-uck. I manage to slip through an "Emergency Vehicles Only" cut-thru, speed up to 195, hit Route 1, left on 175, back on 95 south, and it was a desolate strip of highway for a good mile. I loved it. I was only nine minutes late, and that doesn't really affect my start-up because I'm so swift and efficient as it is.
Last night was interesting. After a nice evening working with Megan, Dustin calls and asks if I want to come down to the house; apparenly parents and siblings are out of town, and with a rambunctious group of 18 year olds, that means drinking. So I roll up, walk inside, and start. In attendance was Hook's Right Hand, the Sweeneys, and some chicks I'd never seen (or if I had I just forgot, all the girls they know look the same to me...eh). Grayson and I played some guitar, he showed me his classical chops, very nice. I pulled off some of my fingerstyle, which for some reason seemed to have everyone mesmerized. I did an fingerstyle rendition of a Fall Out Boy song for the girl sitting next to me, then proceeded to play acoustic guitar for about an hour and a half while the others ran rampant throughout the house and backyard, trying to hook up with one of the two girls. Do the math. 6 guys, 2 girls...and well, me, but I don't get mixed up in the hormonal affairs down there. Well the girls split, two more girls came over, Grayson, Kevin, and I split for some more alcohol. On the way I swung by Stephanie (and Payton's) house to see if she was home; she was, but it was late and I didn't want to bother her.
Upon returning, Dustin throws up/passes out on the trampoline, and the Sweeney brothers bicker. Trevor is nowhere to be found, and the girls look wholly disenchanted. I try to coax Dustin off the trampoline unsuccessfully, the girls leave, we finally get Dustin inside, where he pukes again and collapses on the couch. Austin and Grayson fight about money, and I decide to bail.
Now I'm here at work, and I'm tired. As fuck.