by trentm32 » 5/8/2004, 12:12 pm
I went to a festival cocert last night, and it was headlined by Better Than Ezra, Sister Hazel, and Dexter Freebish. This was my first time to see any of 'em live (I'm a HUGE BTE fan though) and it was so 'effin awesome!!
BTE played a kickin' set, and everyone else was awesome.
Sadly, though, I broke my oath to stop drinking. We were with a couple of gorgeous girls (the Reno Effect in effect

) and they wanted to see if they would get carded if they bought beer (there 18/19; same as me). Since they're smoking hot (but dating a buddy of mine who wasn't with us), they didn't get carded; so we had alcohol. Peer pressure took effect, and I sadly broke down. That was my last hoorah; from here on out, the t00t is clean from alcohol, my friends.
Then, when I got home from the show (at like 1 in the morning) I told a friend of mine I'd meet up with her; I hung out with her 'till about 4 AM-ish (hee, hee; 4 AM) then I finally got home and in bed at about 4:30 AM. I couldn't sleep, and I woke up at like friggin' 8:00 in the morning, and I've been up since. I've kinda got a headache, and I think I'll go to bed tonite at like dedgum 7:00 PM.
w00t.
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