Damn lady, I need to hear the full story.

You asked!

it really isn't that shameful or that great of a story...well..*details are omitted from this story due to alcohol/drug related memory failure

A few years ago, I got pissy drunk, went to 3 shows downtown, after hours of tequila shots beforehand. As we walked from the last show to a party, we composed and sang an awesome song about how we were going to make it to the party. We sang it while working our way all the way down From the Atlantic to 13th Street, walking hand in hand, for balance & belting out this made-up tune. I took this great opportunity to stop to get my freshly pierced nosering (stupid) changed at bodytech (hardly remember going in there). It hurt when I was wasted, so you can imagine how bad it hurt the next day.

We left there, continued composing our song and walking towards 13th St. Out of desperation, we peed in someone's backyard, to only be chased by dogs. Ended up lost, but heard a band practice going on.

So, naturally, I knocked on that person's door and told them I was just admiring their practice and wanted to say hello. They invited my friend and me in, made us drinks. My friend ended up playing the synth while I took photos of this jam session (the photos are my only real recollection of even being there) I think we were there for over an hour, according to the photo times. To this day I have no clue who those guys were or what band it was. The faces in the pics are totally unfamiliar. Nice fellas though. Didn't even try anything funny at all.

Found the party after that, proceeded to sing our freshly composed song to quite the audience. Hung out. We realized after a while that we had a long way to walk home still and I wasn't going to make it, especially in heels.

I drank even more and the BFF called the Bf to tell him we couldn't walk all the way back to his (BFF's) apartment downtown. BF showed up kind of mad, he had gone to bed early in preparation for early AM deep sea fishing. He was kind of amused though too at our adventure.

So an hour or so after I went to sleep, he had to get up to go fishing. He tried to wake me to take me home, since I didn't have my car. When he tried to wake me, he said I told him to go away, go to hell, etc and he laughed and said I smelled like the chimney of a ripe pub. (I don't remember this)

When I finally woke up hours later, I was stranded. My cell phone was dead. I didn't know anyone's numbers -- we don't remember numbers anymore, right? grr, Cell phones.

So, BF was fishing off St Auggie. What else to do, but walk in the heat of the afternoon to my car downtown. So I walked in my heels, skirt, etc down Hawthorne road way past the ASCO to my car all the way downtown by the library. Several people pulled over, offering me rides. I respectfully declined as I didn't have my pimp or condoms with me. (ha) I'm sure I looked like hell, b/c I felt like it. My feet were blistered from my wooden-soled shoes by the time I got downtown and I felt like death. Somehow, I did muster some energy to take some pictures on my way home to capture this journey. I made it to my car, drove home and got a very disapproving look from my roommate. Then I excitedly told her the story, which was hilarious to me and then her approval rating plummeted. (she was a little uptight)

So the bf called that evening, when he got back from fishing to find out how I got home. He was furious that I walked b/c he didn't live in the best neighborhood and certainly not one where a white woman would be found walking the streets. I didn't care and when he asked me why I walked, I said "I had shit to do and why not, Jesus walked"

Holy Shit Janeen, I just imagine the trouble you got into single. hahaa, I didn't really expect you to post it here.

I request to please see the photos of said polite musician dudes you met along the way on your adventure. You know, not here though... unless you really want to.

Oh I'm not private about this kind of stuff. Who cares? What does it really say about me? I like to drink, have fun and make stupid decisions sometimes? I must be the ONLY one.

I will dig up the photos sometime. I think they were on my old computer. I got some really interesting shots while lying on the floor sort of next to/ under the side of the drum kit...a place you never get to shoot from at any actual show.

That's one of my favorite places to shoot a drummer from!!!

You know I'm apparently not to private either as far as storytelling goes.

all i got from that story was that we need to get you to take a lot of shots before the day begins

tequila and I are still BFF to this day. Patron, please.

*twist ending -- the BFF in the story was tequila.

Ah! It all makes sense now!

I bet there was even more occurances contained within that story but you were too drunk to remember.
Whenever i'm talking about some awesome shit that happened to me with someone they always end up tellin me a ton of stuff that i'd forgotten, which just makes it better.

You got any of the lyrics to the song you made up?

Man, I can't wait for all the silly japes, antics and hijinx that are going to occur.