Sunday, July 24, 2005
Diarrhea's Children
Being mad, realizing you probably have little to be mad about and knowing you will pretend like the night you spent being an asshole never happened = good.
Destiny's Child, in concert, with Beyonce doing the booty shake = excellent.
Destiny's Child cutting every song you know down into minute-and-a-half versions (chorus, verse, chorus, spotlight!) = not so good.
Having diarrhea all day = ugly.
Having diarrhea at the concert, nearly passing out from heat exhaustion while still seated in the stall (sweaty butts and single-ply toilet paper are a deadly combination), nearly being blinded from the sweat dripping from your forehead from the aforementioned heat and going to the medical trailer to receive Immodium AD and Maalox = not funny then, kind of hilarious now.
Passing on the stomach bug to my friend who was floating down the brown river by the end of the concert after I became dried up = kind of funny (especially because I was all over the place during "Lose My Breath" and she was just trying to live and not have to pick up any body parts that may have become loose during the eruptions).
Going to a bar for the first time, having an excellent time, meeting up with old friends = about damn time.
Getting a free pizza from the pizza guy, having not ordered it and him telling me something that I don't remember because I was like, "Shit, this is for real!" = kind of weird, kind of good, kind of confusing because who drives all the way out to deliver a pizza for free? A little shady? Probably. Did I still eat the pizza? Fuck yeah.
Damn it feels good to be a gangsta. ¶ 1:03 AM
Destiny's Child, in concert, with Beyonce doing the booty shake = excellent.
Destiny's Child cutting every song you know down into minute-and-a-half versions (chorus, verse, chorus, spotlight!) = not so good.
Having diarrhea all day = ugly.
Having diarrhea at the concert, nearly passing out from heat exhaustion while still seated in the stall (sweaty butts and single-ply toilet paper are a deadly combination), nearly being blinded from the sweat dripping from your forehead from the aforementioned heat and going to the medical trailer to receive Immodium AD and Maalox = not funny then, kind of hilarious now.
Passing on the stomach bug to my friend who was floating down the brown river by the end of the concert after I became dried up = kind of funny (especially because I was all over the place during "Lose My Breath" and she was just trying to live and not have to pick up any body parts that may have become loose during the eruptions).
Going to a bar for the first time, having an excellent time, meeting up with old friends = about damn time.
Getting a free pizza from the pizza guy, having not ordered it and him telling me something that I don't remember because I was like, "Shit, this is for real!" = kind of weird, kind of good, kind of confusing because who drives all the way out to deliver a pizza for free? A little shady? Probably. Did I still eat the pizza? Fuck yeah.
Damn it feels good to be a gangsta. ¶ 1:03 AM
