applied at radison tonight while biking, hopefully that works out. 4th of july weekend was pretty good, i got a little too drunk on thursday, but only blacking out periodically for a few moments at a time. i did not bike home that night, ha. friday i went out to detroit lake with ali and jordan, meeting up with mike and cassandra and her friend who was cool. i lost my glasses in the lake while we were jet skiing but that allowed me to wear sunglasses for the rest of the day which is exciting for me. somehow we could only find 3.2 beer but we still jetted out to the sand bar with all the other boats and drank 24 of those. no buzz whatsoever, just made me super full. ate some pizza, came home, got spare glasses, and went to the aquarium. several whiskey drinks and a watermelon on the noggin later, i was at ben ahrens again, which is not my favorite post-bar spot. i just feel uncomfortable there, it feels like someone’s parents house. had to work saturday, then spent the night at buffalo wild wings with trevor and erik watching ufc. good night. today i biked.
wow that was a xanga esque entry. but i dont know what to say and i’m hot so i’ll post another day of tour so i can go to bed.
DAY 5: June 5th, Lake Villa, IL @ swing state (all ages)
we left in a hurry because the people living in the house had to work, and drove a very short way to lake villa. the venue was empty, so we spent a good hour in the parking lot in the scorching sun attaching the bull horns to the top of our van. it worked perfectly. we had purchased wire and adhesive and a hammer at a hardware store and that was all we needed. we then went over to the applebees and ate courtesy of a gift card gabe had. it was alright. killed more time at a few places and when we got back, the parking lot was packed full of false metal bands and kids. we stuck out like sore thumbs. talk about being lamed out.
the venue was a hookah bar owned by a father and son, and they were pretty nice. we had to play last and there were 7 bands, so i braced myself for a long and boring night. got high in the van with trevor and just kind of hung out there for most of the show, periodically checking out the bands, which were all the same. grunt grunt ree ree vocals and stupid breakdowns. fucking dumb. nobody was going to stay and watch us i thought, but a surprising amount of kids did. i think a few were actually into it. we were offered a floor from the people who owned the place so we headed down the road to their house. a party was going on but i was cool with that, at first. we went in a room to smoke and it was full of young, young boys and girls. one of the dudes proceeded to tell me how his bong cost $600 and his grinder $100. cool dude, i dont care. on the plus side, i did get higher than ive been in several months that night. the other guys went to bed right away, i decided to drink and see where the night took me. i was fucked up in a random place, and i personally love these kinds of strange adventures. the night was not good. i got nice and drunk, but was being quasi followed by a 16 year old girl who was blacked out and apparently wanted a dicking. after a few hours of mingling i decided to pass out in the “weed room,” a room which everyone who stays there must sign somewhere on the walls. i wrote WTH and somehow made the T bigger and lower case which made us look like a christian band. i wrote a simpsons quote under it, and left it at that. anyway, sleeping on this couch, i heard the girl walk in and lay on the floor and giggle. she did the whole stretch and try to rub my stomach thing, so i left to sleep on the linoleum in the kitchen. worst night of sleep ever (or so i thought).
