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Last night = mayhem. Absolute, utter, pure chaos, in all of its glorious forms. We played an uninspired set ... at best, but it was fun, and our boys in FGC came up and sang along with us on "1100", our last song that we'll ever play as a full band. Thank you, dudes. We gave away the rest of our cd's for free, b/c we need to be honest with ourselves -- no one liked us all that much. But who gives a fuck? This band was able to take me all over the state of Illinois, and to the East Coast twice in two years. Fucking good enough for me, right? Its kind of weird still hanging out/living with the people that you were in a band with. Never broken up a band like this before, but I don't mind it at all. These are my closest friends, and I wouldn't trade them for the world.
Right now, 3/5 of the Panaphobic Crew are sleeping in the apartment. We didn't see Zach tonight. Just kind of hung out and fucked around, as per usual. Very unlike last night when there was something like 150 people crammed into our apartment. Apparently, when you decide to do something very communistic (ie - have a FREE keg) the word travels fast and people that you didn't know, and never expected to see at your place show up and expect handouts. Ungrateful fucks. The cops came. They didn't give us tickets. They just told us to tell people to go home, which I tried to do as I stood on the back of the couch, screaming over the din of conversation upon conversation. "If you don't know anyone that lives here, get the FUCK out!" Everyone looked. No one actually left. Que shiraz. Our girl Sylvia made us throw a "going away" party for her, seeing as how she's leaving for the Motherland (Austria) in a few weeks. Whatev. There were all kinds of deuchebag fratboys here in her honor. Boo.
There were also all kinds of girls here that would never come here had they not somehow heard of the FREE keg. I've never understood the parties that charge five bucks + for a cup at parties. Over the last three years, after we tried making people pay for the first two times, we've never charged for our parties. Who gives a shit, right? It's just money. We figure that we're having a good time, and if we all spend an extra dollar or two to have a raging kegger at our pad, then so be it. Fun is fun. Beer is beer, and we're alright with our friends getting drunk on the company dime. They'll get our backs someday, right dudes?
Last night = mayhem. Absolute, utter, pure chaos, in all of its glorious forms. We played an uninspired set ... at best, but it was fun, and our boys in FGC came up and sang along with us on "1100", our last song that we'll ever play as a full band. Thank you, dudes. We gave away the rest of our cd's for free, b/c we need to be honest with ourselves -- no one liked us all that much. But who gives a fuck? This band was able to take me all over the state of Illinois, and to the East Coast twice in two years. Fucking good enough for me, right? Its kind of weird still hanging out/living with the people that you were in a band with. Never broken up a band like this before, but I don't mind it at all. These are my closest friends, and I wouldn't trade them for the world.
Right now, 3/5 of the Panaphobic Crew are sleeping in the apartment. We didn't see Zach tonight. Just kind of hung out and fucked around, as per usual. Very unlike last night when there was something like 150 people crammed into our apartment. Apparently, when you decide to do something very communistic (ie - have a FREE keg) the word travels fast and people that you didn't know, and never expected to see at your place show up and expect handouts. Ungrateful fucks. The cops came. They didn't give us tickets. They just told us to tell people to go home, which I tried to do as I stood on the back of the couch, screaming over the din of conversation upon conversation. "If you don't know anyone that lives here, get the FUCK out!" Everyone looked. No one actually left. Que shiraz. Our girl Sylvia made us throw a "going away" party for her, seeing as how she's leaving for the Motherland (Austria) in a few weeks. Whatev. There were all kinds of deuchebag fratboys here in her honor. Boo.
There were also all kinds of girls here that would never come here had they not somehow heard of the FREE keg. I've never understood the parties that charge five bucks + for a cup at parties. Over the last three years, after we tried making people pay for the first two times, we've never charged for our parties. Who gives a shit, right? It's just money. We figure that we're having a good time, and if we all spend an extra dollar or two to have a raging kegger at our pad, then so be it. Fun is fun. Beer is beer, and we're alright with our friends getting drunk on the company dime. They'll get our backs someday, right dudes?
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