As i am currently finishing high school, and its about time for mid semester exams, I'm on my exam block. Pretty sweet invention, I basically get a 5 day weekend.
My weekend started on Friday, a pretty uneventful day. Just sitting around writing some songs, playing guitar and watching movies. I was meant to be going to crash at my girlfriends house, but she was sick. So didnt want me to come around. That was alright though, it meant I got to own my mate Soljah on RainbowSix Vegas2.
Saterday morning i get up to go out to get some food etc. I come home and get some clothes for a few nights, my gear for band practice and some energy drink. I head off to my girlfriends house for the day and night. It's always really cool to hang out and talk to her, not mentioning anything else incriminating =D. We crash at like 1am, she's got something on sunday and shes dropping me at my drummers house for practice on the way. She ends up staying home sick on the couch all day, and I end up getting a lift from her sister.
Practice was pretty normal, just getting our set dialed. We spent the day mostly working out the kinks in our existing songs, we didn't write any new stuff. Myself, the vocalist, Edge, the drummer, Sense, the other guitarest, Monnies, and Edges' mate/driver Dollars, decided would have a few drinks and all crash at Senses house sunday night. All of us had Monday off so it was all set. Edge of course, is xedgex. So he wasnt partaking in the drinking of anything. That wasn't going to stop him involving himself in the stupid antics we planned. Edge and Dollars had already planned to meet up with some girls that Dollars knew, so they would come back to Senses place afterwards and start drinking. While Edge and Dollars where out with the girls; Sense, Monnies and I decided to chill with Senses older sister. We had a few good laughes. Some really good hot chips and more energy drinks. By this time Monnies had to bail back home, which was a shame. Dollars and Edge came back around eight, so it was decided we should go and get some booze for the night. Settling on some really cheap beer, we started on the piss. Back at Senses we were all sitting around talking about what we should do. As some people might know, There is a local brisbane band called LionheartXXX, there is also a Lionheart St close to Senses house (How close will be explained later). As a fan of Lionheartxxx, Edge demanded that the drunk guys go steal the street signs. And as most drunk guys would attest to, you do anything for a mate when you're shit faced. We all piled Senses sisters car and left. The first stop was a local park just for a laugh.
Now the park was empty, it was about nine thirty by now. Sense had the bright idea to cook an inflated ball he found on the barbeque. Being the incredibly smart, and incredibly drunk, guys we were Dollars and Sense thought "Hey Fuck that, lets piss on the thing". I did say you wouldn't like us. Steam ensued. Lots of horrible smelling piss steam. Sense found a toad and cooked that aswell. I feel bad for whoever has to use that thing next, but hey, if they dont know they won't care.
We were bored. The park was old and it was only ten. We needed something to do. This is when Edge demanded we stop talking about it and actually steal this sign. We agreed, very loudly. Being to slow and pissed to get into the car, Edge and Sense siter bailed on Dollars, Sense and I. we had probably a five minute walk to were the Lionheart St sign was. By the time we got there, about two beers later, Edge was standing at the sign very suspiciously. I wasn't as drunk as Dollars or Sense, so i thought I might as well be the idiot that hangs off the sign and un-bolts it. That would work right? wrong. we didnt have anything to get it off with. Yeh we thought the whole thing through to the last detail. After ten minutes of jumping up to the sign and yanking down on it, with no avail, we were getting frustrated. I was actually thinking, yes i know SHOCK HORROR, and asked Senses Sister if she had a tire iron in her car. She did. It was the right size. One point drunk guys, Zero points sign. Only the top bolt of two actualy had a nut, the bottom was some form of locking cone. To stop idiots like us I guess. So we unbolted the top, with me 6'1" sitting on Dollars' shoulders. Yay for us. I got the first bolt out, now we just had to work out how to get off the second one. They were all discussing it, when me in my drunken stupour just jumpped up to it, hung of it and pull down. Supprisingly its made of a pretty soft metal so just came right off. Win. Edge staked a claim on the sign, I was not happy. We decided to race to the other end of the street to see if we could get the other one off as easily. No luck. The tire iron wasn't small enough, Signs 1 - Drunk guys 1. Tied game.
We returned to Senses place with broken spirits, the signs had beaten us. Out of nowhere Sense remembered he had a shifter set in his car. Not so fast sign you havn't won yet. Unfortunatly for us though. Senses Sister had to work early, she called it a night. It was eleven thirty and Dollars, Sense (hehe no... that wasnt planned. Dollars and Sense arnt just random names i gave them. They both had them before they had ever met.) and I were well on our way to passing out cold, but i wasnt giving up. We thought, ok, so its a 5 minute drive to the sign driving at about 80km/h the whole time. we figure itll take us the better part of two hours to get the sign and get back. We were right. Walking, at night, in the rain, in thongs just because i was reluctent to be beaten buy a metal pole and a few letters. "More beer!" I demanded as we left Senses once more. The walk there was fun, just swapping stories and stuff. We left the house at about quater to twelve, we get to the sign at twelve twenty. Now we see who is better Lionheart St. About two minutes later, the sign was off. It was awesome, the shifters were perfect. We walked back to Senses having a few laughs along the way, like when Dollars found rolls of printing paper in a roadside pickup heap. Each one was roughly a hundred meters in length. We unrolled them all the way down the street, problem was Dollars was too drunk to get his to unroll. So he just dragged it down the street making some of the loudest noises I'd heard in a while.
We get back to Senses at about 1am, thoroughly pissed and laughing at anything. We chill for about half an hour and decide to all crash. I found out at that point i had to share a queen bed with Dollars. Hilarity ensued.
You don't have to like me. I don't care if you think im stupid and juvenile. I had fun.
Take it easy.
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