miniature vacations are swell

being very broke from "livin' like there ain't tomorrow" wore heavily on me for about zero seconds as i picked up and blasted into my mini vacation! well, very mini, because of being all broke and only having one day off. thursday i got fairly drunk at meanwhile with three different sets of people, as if i had friends coming in shifts, and then ambled downtown to the drink for kendall girls, but just sort of ran into some gay guys, and we went to club moxie where my friend gillian poured free scotch down our throats. those people on ionia are all fucked, but i liked the loud techno music and the bosnian girl whose name i didn't catch. and then friday i was pretty mellow. until the sun set. james and i handled our business at logan's alley and the meanwhile again, where i met the best girl ever, who just happens to live in perth, australia. bummer. saturday, as i lay ruined on the couch, james and ryan showed up saying things about driving around in the country drinking beers, so next thing i knew, i was in the back seat of a yaris, sipping on high life and looking at cows. turns out we were the "support" car for a big bike ride down to holland, for tgibrewery's atumn fest. we found the bikers eventually, and rolled into holland kind of fucked up. i found peter for a minute, which was rejuvenating. he bought me a beer. after dropping him off it was more car beer and whatnot. we stopped by the whiskey lounge when we were back in town, where the bartender was lamely desperate for our future business. i had a glass of makers, james had a glass of jameson, and ryan had a glass of canadian mist(?). then to founders for more beer. i shut down at some point, and slept like a dead fetus on the couch. sunday stephen made french toast, and donnie told me about sorcery. it was a fun vacation.