There is a party in Boulder, Colorado, tomorrow night. I was invited but the person who invited me doesn't expect me to actually show up because I live almost five hundred miles away. I was thinking about jetting up there as soon as I get out of work tomorrow; I wouldn't get there until probably two in the morning but her reaction if I showed up with no notice would be worth it; she has the best reactions. She squeaks and jumps up on me and is so happy to see me (why do people always want to play it cool? No one wants their friends to be like "Hey, you showed up, cool, whatever" when they show up out of the blue, they want people to be excited!). The main problem is that Johnny has an MRI scheduled for Sunday at five o'clock. Who schedules MRIs for Sundays? I didn't even know they were open on a Sunday. It isn't important, though, just an MRI to tell him what he already knows, so maybe we'll blow it off and go anyway. I'm dying to get out of Burque for a few days.
I downloaded Mischief Brew last night, an eight album discography. I've only heard them when riding around with a friend before, but I like them. Johnny doesn't like folk punk, maybe that's why I haven't downloaded them earlier. I'm enjoying it, though.
Last night there was a double-feature at Voodoo Scooters. I don't remember what the second movie was called (I didn't see it) but the first one was Street Trash. I had to work so I missed most of it but I've seen it before and the last twenty minutes are still awesome. Why don't I have a copy of that? It's one of the best ridiculous, Troma-esque movies out there, and it was sampled by Sloppy Seconds: "Fuck you! Give me a bottle of booze, here's my dollar, suck my dick."
There were a bunch of travelers in town and they were all there watching the movie with their dogs and their gear; it was nice of Ralph to let them bring their dogs in. There was one kid from Australia who is motorcycling around America and Canada for the summer. It's inspiring to me; it's been a long time since I just wandered around on the bike. He's headed to Chaos in Austin, then back this way. I'd just like to hit up the coast or the midwest or wherever, really, it's all the same when it comes down to it. I just miss being on the move sometimes.
I downloaded Mischief Brew last night, an eight album discography. I've only heard them when riding around with a friend before, but I like them. Johnny doesn't like folk punk, maybe that's why I haven't downloaded them earlier. I'm enjoying it, though.
Last night there was a double-feature at Voodoo Scooters. I don't remember what the second movie was called (I didn't see it) but the first one was Street Trash. I had to work so I missed most of it but I've seen it before and the last twenty minutes are still awesome. Why don't I have a copy of that? It's one of the best ridiculous, Troma-esque movies out there, and it was sampled by Sloppy Seconds: "Fuck you! Give me a bottle of booze, here's my dollar, suck my dick."
There were a bunch of travelers in town and they were all there watching the movie with their dogs and their gear; it was nice of Ralph to let them bring their dogs in. There was one kid from Australia who is motorcycling around America and Canada for the summer. It's inspiring to me; it's been a long time since I just wandered around on the bike. He's headed to Chaos in Austin, then back this way. I'd just like to hit up the coast or the midwest or wherever, really, it's all the same when it comes down to it. I just miss being on the move sometimes.
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