day 19
...at the house in Akron, Ohio.
...cute sleeping ferret.
...around 1:15am, after the show, we went to the gas station to buy tons of beer. when we got there, we were told they stopped selling beer at 1am. needless to say, a few of us were pretty bummed.
...minutes after that gas-station-bum-out, as we were walking back to the house in disappointment, we saw a bright neon sign and heard the faint sounds of Weezer. we followed said tunes to our rewarding paradise: a cheap bar.
...and we kept going.
...and kept going.
...and played kicker.
...and then kept going.
...with the Beer King himself.
...around 2:30am, we finally left the bar (which apparently never closes or something. tight). note: at this point, i dont remember anything but what was pictured and was told to me the next day...anyways, the story goes: we came back, shouting German soccer tunes in the street, went to the house and started chanting "Jack Shirley" over and over, "sneakly" got him out of the house, talked nothing but gibberish to him and continued to drink some random bottle of whiskey?
...i believe this was the last picture i took before i "lost my camera".
...(probably calling Brian Williams right now). minutes before i wandered off all around the outside of the house and commenced my puke-storm.
...minutes before the Beer King wandered off to the back yard to puke his guts out and pass out on the lawn.
day 20
...the next morning was a little rough for the Beer King and I. for the first few hours of the day, he was pretty much dead. i, on the other hand, woke up outside on a porch in my sleeping bag...that was a first for me. pretty cool i guess. (i wish i snapped some pictures, but my camera was out of batteries at this point). anyways, here is the set up at the Birdhouse in Buffalo, NY.
...cute kitten fighting a lobster. (i think a good way to end this one).
RICHTIG GEIL
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