Sweaty Heat Has Mercy...I Don't. Kablamo!

It's been really humid lately which imma attribute to our lack of blogs. sweaty heat makes me upset and lazy. ooo, i just found a great title for this blog. Btw, imma throw a quick apology out to anyone who has stepped into our van in the last couple days. mad smell, yo. anyways onto the ol' what happened and where.
it is now thursday but i guess im just to write about monday night and possibly tuesday morn, depends on how much laundry we can get done here at gordons (dans pop).
i dont remember too much about the drive to new allins, just some extremely lengthy bridges (sean and i saw an alligator in one of the swampy areas below!) and trying to get through sixty or so nrbq songs before the arrival (we did!). and speaking of arriving, that is easily what i remember most. it felt like we were driving into the heart of early 90's nwa songs. click click blah-ow. after feeling a lil scared we went into the bar, which was home to three dogs (one being a six foot rot [(also scary)]), one bartender and like two dudes. when i walked in they were all watching shrek and said that our playing the show was news to them. weee! lee found a poster outside which confirmed our suppose-d show. dan was hungry, sean was sleepy, lee was anxious, and i lost my wallet. dan and i walked up and down some streets lookin fer a food establishment, didnt find anything except lee on his skateboard(sean had found my wallet says lee). we started walkin back and lee took off then yelled, "DAN!" "DAAAAN!" he had found it! nummers!. it was a bar with some chill catfish/burger stuffs. it was okay and lee ate most of my half of the burger. i still owe him for half. sucker.
getting back, sean was still asleep and the pharmacy, who had set up the show, and asked to borrow everything but me showed up (to everyones amazement with a car full of gals) drinking a gallon of four loko. oof. oh yeah, they informed us that people dont show up til twelve or so in new allins. we watched the girls tag walls while dan and i talked to scotty who was really rad. he reminded me of coomers but not drunk(i really enjoy you too koom). show started once lee and co made a mic stand outta a broom, cinderblock and three makeout party stickers. people and doggies kept walkin in like they said they would. pretty neat. the pharmacy played pretty pop stuff and were minus one keyboardist. didnt think the nirvana song was all that bad. weee. i spilt and broke all of my drinks while setting up in this tiny bar full of people and large tables (awesome plus for having a street fighter two arcade) and then we played. i wasnt having a great time, but everyone else was getting their swag on and swaagging onto others swag. good stuff. we ended the show and took off with the boys and gals to get some beer. a cop at the store said we should live in the slums if we get rich and not buy crazy amounts of expensive stuff so the slummers dont know we are rich. it was insightful. sort of. we went to a house, dan was already there somehow and i went to the kitchen and drank on a stool while they were all screamin about fuego on the dance floor. people went to sleep rather early for stating that happenings dont happen til at least twelve. i went to the van which was a stupid mistake because i woke up drenched in more sweat than i am after a show. i also woke up to dan trying to help this older fellow out with mowing his lawn. dan was unsuccessful, which was probably better for all.
"which house is it!?" he says. I says "i remember it being the one before the stop sign." ten minutes later he is back all pissy. "ive been knocking for ten minutes!!" iz go to the house he is knocking at and tell him that this house is not the house. it also says FOR RENT next to the door. late nights are fun. so he gets a beer across the street (im starting to really enjoy colt 45) and we talk about adventures. someone else can take on this days writing task i need some more coffee. bye bye all!
love, alex.