last night was probably too incredible. so great that it hasn't set in yet. we went to Beauty Bar and uhhh waited for shit to start happening. And I can't really remember all of it in detail I just remember talking to Keenan, smoking a cigarette in the photo booth by myself, drinking lone star, one dos equis, one free lone star, i guess that's it, but anyway we met some Brazilians that were amazing. I didn't even realize they were going to be so great. Somehow we like telepathically understood each other and even when i left we met up at the end of the night and all went back to one of the dude's places off Stassney and 1st. There was music and art and creativity everywhere and no microwave and a cool backyard, a nice couch. Lots of stuff. I remember jamming with one of the dudes, him on guitar me on the fuckin' tambourine and it went on for what seemed to be too long but when i looked up at him he smiled and that assured me that i was doing the right thing, even though i did not get to showcase all of my tambourine playing expertise.
we all took shots of something called Mescal, which he said came from the agave plant and was somehow related to mescaline. monica wasn't sure at first but i told her it would be okay and never say never and all that shit. we cheers-ed then drank up and chased it with some lime. it was a super cute moment. i hope i will always remember that. i wish i could remember more. i guess i passed out on the couch all tuckered out from the tambourine and when i opened my eye all cautious in the morning one of the guys saw me and came over and asked if i was okay then put a blanket on me. so fucking nice. i don't understand how people can be so nice. they were the greatest hosts on the planet i have never had anyone show me such a good time. oh yeah and we smoked a spliff which was fucking cool because the only other person i remember smoking spliffs with was Wynn and I happen to be a fan of the spliff myself, even though most everyone else i know doesn't even know what that is or just doesn't get it. whatever.
monica got downnnnn with this one dude and she said he was the most passionate person she's ever been with. in retrospect i think i was completely blown away by the way they were, it's like what some Americans become if they smoke enough weed and have enough sense to stop watching TV and these Brazilians just already do that because everywhere else in the world isn't retarded, yet for some reason they wanted to be in Austin, TX..strange huh?
also the dj at beauty bar sucked of course. a bunch of idiots bobbing up and down behind laptops even though there was only one of them playing music. HEY FAGS STOP PLAYING TECHNO NO ONE LIKES IT AND PEOPLE ACTUALLY WANT TO DANCE.
i guess that's it... oh wait...and in the morning when we were leaving in true monica style, she realizes she left her phone at the house and so i get some tacos and we drive back and they are all gone, but we go through the back way and look around everywhere. we started to notice all these cute little things like how they only drink beer in bottles, they buy good alcohol, they have a whole room for painting, shit like that. and i brushed my teeth with the dudes toothbrush and used their mouthwash and then we left a note for them and found her phone and left, oh and i grabbed a couple of shotgun shells from the back cos they look cool.
it's nights like that that make the days so horrible.
