Wednesday, September 7, 2011
Wednesday, August 31, 2011
My time with Danny Worsnop
About a year ago I had the opportunity to hang out with the lead dude in one of my top 5 favourite bands. So obviously without thinking I accepted the challenge of driving about 10 hours in two day. I'd have to say it was worth it, though.
The drive there I was pumped. I got a road trip, time with some friends, and I got to chill with a British man all in one go. I probably didn't really have the money to spare but I didn't care. Everything was going so well.
We arrived at the studio/house and my friend texted him that we were there. I still couldn't really believe this was going on. I just expected we were in some random guys driveway. But from videos from various bands that have recorded there I knew that wasn't true. My brain just didn't know what to think.
And then the moment came. After waiting maybe 10 minutes with every passing moment making my hopes die and my anxiety go up a little more, he came out. Let me say here that I am not one of those fangirls that only listens to bands because the guys in them are hot. Nor do I gush over them or screams and cry when I meet them. I've met plenty of people in my short years of going to shows. But I've also never gotten to hang out with them either. So I kept calm pretty well the time I spent with him I think.
So there he was in all his glory, coming out to my car. To sit in my back seat. THIS back seat:
Anyway, he got in the car and we decided to grab something to eat. The only place close enough was a diner so we set off in that direction. I asked what everyone wanted to listen to and Danny speaks up with, "I've got something to share if anyone wants to listen." And of course we obliged.
We listened to about three songs that were going to be on the new album. I also informed him about MikeyWhiskeyHands knowing that he was friends with Pierce the Veil. He had never heard about it, so I gave him a listen. He then told us if he got drunk enough later he'd call Mike up to let him know his thoughts on it. Then we got to the diner and ate, chatted, he asked some hicks for a cigarette, all good fun.
After we ate we needed to find some liquor. Because how can you hang out with Danny Worsnop and not have some sort of alcoholic beverage on hand? He directed us to a bar not too far away and we waited in the parking lot while he went in. It took him probably around 20 minutes which he explained was because people just kept giving him shots.
We then went to get some Monsters as chasers and drove to a nearby Super 8 to consume what we had bought. Due to complications in payment, let it be known that Danny Worsnop of Asking Alexandria does owe me $15. Will I ever see this money? Most likely not. But it's a nice story about how I lost a shit load of money in just two days. We got to our room and got settled in and started chatting and drinking.
We talked about Russell Brand, drugs, tours, bands and the like. He commended me on my choice of rum, which I'll enjoy for the rest of my life. That being said I drank a good amount of rum to be tired, so passing out happened. The check out time was 11 AM. So guess who totally did not wake up? If you guessed all of us, you win the grand prize.
We all hurried to get our shit together. I got to see Danny in boxer briefs, he answered the phone yelling we were getting out, I still had alcohol in my tummy, it was intense for no good reason. I'm pretty sure when checking out, one is supposed to walk into the office and sign some shit, but this is how we did it:
So we hit the ole dusty trail and went to the studio.When we got there Danny ordered a pizza, shared none of it, and we got to meet his friend that came along with them. I can't remember his name or really what he looked like but he was fantastic. And we got to meet the producer dude that lives there, he was cool. And then Danny started played Splinter Cell and all sorts of shenanigans went on. The move Thunder Scoop was invented, we compared the game to The Santa Clause, and talked about how the main character was a man's man. "He gets five o'clock shadow at five o'clock."
And then magically out of nowhere, Ben decided to come out of hiding and start recording some guitar in his boxers and tank. I waved and he looked extremely confused, but all the while attractive as always.
But then we had to leave a bit early because Danny had been coughing the whole time we were there and he was feeling ill. And then I had to drive a lot more and I hated every minute of it and wanted to die.
The drive there I was pumped. I got a road trip, time with some friends, and I got to chill with a British man all in one go. I probably didn't really have the money to spare but I didn't care. Everything was going so well.
We arrived at the studio/house and my friend texted him that we were there. I still couldn't really believe this was going on. I just expected we were in some random guys driveway. But from videos from various bands that have recorded there I knew that wasn't true. My brain just didn't know what to think.
And then the moment came. After waiting maybe 10 minutes with every passing moment making my hopes die and my anxiety go up a little more, he came out. Let me say here that I am not one of those fangirls that only listens to bands because the guys in them are hot. Nor do I gush over them or screams and cry when I meet them. I've met plenty of people in my short years of going to shows. But I've also never gotten to hang out with them either. So I kept calm pretty well the time I spent with him I think.
So there he was in all his glory, coming out to my car. To sit in my back seat. THIS back seat:
Anyway, he got in the car and we decided to grab something to eat. The only place close enough was a diner so we set off in that direction. I asked what everyone wanted to listen to and Danny speaks up with, "I've got something to share if anyone wants to listen." And of course we obliged.
We listened to about three songs that were going to be on the new album. I also informed him about MikeyWhiskeyHands knowing that he was friends with Pierce the Veil. He had never heard about it, so I gave him a listen. He then told us if he got drunk enough later he'd call Mike up to let him know his thoughts on it. Then we got to the diner and ate, chatted, he asked some hicks for a cigarette, all good fun.
After we ate we needed to find some liquor. Because how can you hang out with Danny Worsnop and not have some sort of alcoholic beverage on hand? He directed us to a bar not too far away and we waited in the parking lot while he went in. It took him probably around 20 minutes which he explained was because people just kept giving him shots.
We then went to get some Monsters as chasers and drove to a nearby Super 8 to consume what we had bought. Due to complications in payment, let it be known that Danny Worsnop of Asking Alexandria does owe me $15. Will I ever see this money? Most likely not. But it's a nice story about how I lost a shit load of money in just two days. We got to our room and got settled in and started chatting and drinking.
We talked about Russell Brand, drugs, tours, bands and the like. He commended me on my choice of rum, which I'll enjoy for the rest of my life. That being said I drank a good amount of rum to be tired, so passing out happened. The check out time was 11 AM. So guess who totally did not wake up? If you guessed all of us, you win the grand prize.
We all hurried to get our shit together. I got to see Danny in boxer briefs, he answered the phone yelling we were getting out, I still had alcohol in my tummy, it was intense for no good reason. I'm pretty sure when checking out, one is supposed to walk into the office and sign some shit, but this is how we did it:
So we hit the ole dusty trail and went to the studio.When we got there Danny ordered a pizza, shared none of it, and we got to meet his friend that came along with them. I can't remember his name or really what he looked like but he was fantastic. And we got to meet the producer dude that lives there, he was cool. And then Danny started played Splinter Cell and all sorts of shenanigans went on. The move Thunder Scoop was invented, we compared the game to The Santa Clause, and talked about how the main character was a man's man. "He gets five o'clock shadow at five o'clock."
And then magically out of nowhere, Ben decided to come out of hiding and start recording some guitar in his boxers and tank. I waved and he looked extremely confused, but all the while attractive as always.
But then we had to leave a bit early because Danny had been coughing the whole time we were there and he was feeling ill. And then I had to drive a lot more and I hated every minute of it and wanted to die.
Sunday, August 28, 2011
Update on Doctor Who
As you all should know, I'm a huge Doctor Who fan. And hopefully everyone watched the new episode that aired yesterday, Let's Kill Hitler. I really wish I could have live blogged about it, because this episode was intense and a lot of emotions went on.
So this was me before the new episode after three months of waiting:
I'm not going to give any spoilers away cause that's not my style, but this is me during:
And this time the episode was fantastic, so this was me afterwards:
Moffat, you crazy bastard. Why are you such an evil genius?
So this was me before the new episode after three months of waiting:
And this time the episode was fantastic, so this was me afterwards:
Moffat, you crazy bastard. Why are you such an evil genius?
Monday, August 1, 2011
Sunday, July 31, 2011
Bacardi 101, That Shit is Flammable
This may have been the craziest drunken night that I can mostly remember. I also scared a lot of people that night and I vowed to actually never drink Bacardi Gold ever again. This is that night.
The night before this my friend and I had some Admiral Nelson. You see, I'm a rum gal. Can't really get enough of it. Lately it has been wine, but back then it was always rum. There was only about four or five shots left for the next time. I asked my friend if I'd be able to have some of the rum.
Needless to say, she let me have most of what was left. But once I get rum in my system I can't have enough. So once I finished the bottle I searched for the owner of the house to see if there'd be any rum she'd be willing to donate.
Luck was on my side that night. She was more than happy to help me get drunk and was really nice about sharing her rum. The only thing was, it was Bacardi Gold. One of the only alcohols that I vowed I'd never drink again after blacking out. But I didn't want to end the night early, so she helped me out by turning that nasty devil drink into a tasty pineapple explosion.
This process happened about three times in the course of maybe an hour. This is drunken time, though. Could go more or less. Either way I was getting shitty drunk. By the fourth time of me coming up to her and asking if she wanted to do shots, she just offered me the rest of the bottle. It was like I was being offered the golden elixir of life.
So the rest of me owning this bottle was pretty much just me hugging it and cherishing it like a new born baby. Might have been caring it around like one, too.
After a while, though, I either started to get really really hot or really really nauseous. So the only course of action could be to venture outside. I stumbled my way without telling anyone what I was up to. I remember my friend being out there coming inside but I can't remember anything that was said. Probably to the effect that I was fine. Who knows.
Now, earlier before we even went to the party I had packed some comfy pants with me just in case I felt the need to change. But now that I was obliterated drunk I seemed to have forgotten that bit and thought, "SHIT I need to be comfy NOW."
So with that I decided I'd just go walk home and grab some comfy pants and come right back. (I only live a couple blocks away from the party) Without going inside and telling anyone I was leaving, without getting my keys to my car or my phone I started to walk.
It was pretty chilly out that night, but because of how much I drank I was fairly warm. I remember holding my arms to my chest pretty tight though to keep warm. I stumbled to our door because maybe it'd be magically open. It wasn't. Which meant I had to climb through my window. How my cat didn't escape is beyond me because I'm sure I wasn't graceful at this point whatsoever.
I changed into my comfy pants and went to the bathroom. To pee. But I may of gotten sick as well, I can't really remember that part.
But by this time the rum had really caught up with me. I staggered around my room for a bit, threw up in my trash can and decided there was no way I'd be able to make it back up there. So, again, without letting anyone know where I had gone, I passed out on my bed.
I promptly woke up at 6 30 in the morning freaking out, remembering that I had left everything precious to me at the house up the street. After the panic subsided a bit and my wits came back, I came to the conclusion that I had to just walk back up there and hope that someone would be awake.
As I walked up the street I began to panic because I didn't see my car where I had left it. I knocked on the door and there were a couple people still awake. I went into the bedroom and woke my friend up and got my phone back and she told me that my friend who lived a neighborhood away had taken my car to his house to keep it safe and to get home.
So with that I walked up to his house, got my keys from the backseat and drove back to my house and passed out again. I think I woke back up around 10 and drove back up to the party house and grabbed my friends and other possessions that were still there.
I will never get this drunk again. Ever.
The night before this my friend and I had some Admiral Nelson. You see, I'm a rum gal. Can't really get enough of it. Lately it has been wine, but back then it was always rum. There was only about four or five shots left for the next time. I asked my friend if I'd be able to have some of the rum.
Needless to say, she let me have most of what was left. But once I get rum in my system I can't have enough. So once I finished the bottle I searched for the owner of the house to see if there'd be any rum she'd be willing to donate.
Luck was on my side that night. She was more than happy to help me get drunk and was really nice about sharing her rum. The only thing was, it was Bacardi Gold. One of the only alcohols that I vowed I'd never drink again after blacking out. But I didn't want to end the night early, so she helped me out by turning that nasty devil drink into a tasty pineapple explosion.
This process happened about three times in the course of maybe an hour. This is drunken time, though. Could go more or less. Either way I was getting shitty drunk. By the fourth time of me coming up to her and asking if she wanted to do shots, she just offered me the rest of the bottle. It was like I was being offered the golden elixir of life.
So the rest of me owning this bottle was pretty much just me hugging it and cherishing it like a new born baby. Might have been caring it around like one, too.
After a while, though, I either started to get really really hot or really really nauseous. So the only course of action could be to venture outside. I stumbled my way without telling anyone what I was up to. I remember my friend being out there coming inside but I can't remember anything that was said. Probably to the effect that I was fine. Who knows.
Now, earlier before we even went to the party I had packed some comfy pants with me just in case I felt the need to change. But now that I was obliterated drunk I seemed to have forgotten that bit and thought, "SHIT I need to be comfy NOW."
So with that I decided I'd just go walk home and grab some comfy pants and come right back. (I only live a couple blocks away from the party) Without going inside and telling anyone I was leaving, without getting my keys to my car or my phone I started to walk.
It was pretty chilly out that night, but because of how much I drank I was fairly warm. I remember holding my arms to my chest pretty tight though to keep warm. I stumbled to our door because maybe it'd be magically open. It wasn't. Which meant I had to climb through my window. How my cat didn't escape is beyond me because I'm sure I wasn't graceful at this point whatsoever.
I changed into my comfy pants and went to the bathroom. To pee. But I may of gotten sick as well, I can't really remember that part.
But by this time the rum had really caught up with me. I staggered around my room for a bit, threw up in my trash can and decided there was no way I'd be able to make it back up there. So, again, without letting anyone know where I had gone, I passed out on my bed.
I promptly woke up at 6 30 in the morning freaking out, remembering that I had left everything precious to me at the house up the street. After the panic subsided a bit and my wits came back, I came to the conclusion that I had to just walk back up there and hope that someone would be awake.
As I walked up the street I began to panic because I didn't see my car where I had left it. I knocked on the door and there were a couple people still awake. I went into the bedroom and woke my friend up and got my phone back and she told me that my friend who lived a neighborhood away had taken my car to his house to keep it safe and to get home.
So with that I walked up to his house, got my keys from the backseat and drove back to my house and passed out again. I think I woke back up around 10 and drove back up to the party house and grabbed my friends and other possessions that were still there.
I will never get this drunk again. Ever.
My New Children's Book That Will Make Me Millions
With help from my friend. Her parts shall be in italics.
AND WHERE MUST YOU SUDDENLY BE?
THE FUCKING COT
ALL UP IN THE BLANKETS
TIPPING IT DOES NOT WORK
GODDAMN YOU SPIDER-CAT
BUT NOW I’M SLEEPING
SO OF COURSE YOU NEED TO LICK MY FACE
AND STARE AT ME
WITH YOUR CREEPY MISCHEVIOUS EYES
GODDAMN YOU DEMON CAT
THE SUN GOES DOWN
THE MOON COMES UP
I LAY DOWN AND
YOU RUN A MUCK
I WILL NEVER SLEEP AGAIN
GODDAMN YOU HYPER CAT
Goddamn You Cat
I HAVE THIS CAT
SHE IS ON MY LAP
SOMETIMES SHE HIDES UNDER BLANKETS AND ATTACKS
GODDAMN YOU CAT
LOOK AT YOU
EATING ALL THE FEATHERS
I BUY YOU NICE THINGS AND WHAT DO YOU DO
EAT ALL THE FUCKING FEATHERS
GODDAMN YOU CAT
TRYING TO SLEEP AT 3 AMI JUST WANT TO PUT AWAY THE COT
YOU GOTTA LICK MY FACE
GODDAMN YOU CAT
I BUY YOU TOYS OF WONDER AND JOY
YOU THINK YOUR SHIT IS MORE FUN
GODDAMN YOU FUCKING CAT
AND WHERE MUST YOU SUDDENLY BE?
THE FUCKING COT
ALL UP IN THE BLANKETS
TIPPING IT DOES NOT WORK
GODDAMN YOU SPIDER-CAT
GET UP FROM THE CHAIRYOU ARE NOT THIS AFFECTIONATE DURING THE DAY
TRY TO LEAVE THE ROOM
MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW
THEN YOU TAKE MY CHAIR
GODDAMN YOU CAT THIEF
BUT NOW I’M SLEEPING
SO OF COURSE YOU NEED TO LICK MY FACE
AND STARE AT ME
WITH YOUR CREEPY MISCHEVIOUS EYES
GODDAMN YOU DEMON CAT
THE SUN GOES DOWN
THE MOON COMES UP
I LAY DOWN AND
YOU RUN A MUCK
I WILL NEVER SLEEP AGAIN
GODDAMN YOU HYPER CAT
Saturday, June 4, 2011
If anyone follows Doctor Who
I, myself, am a huge fan of the show. Okay, okay, I'm a nerd.
But if anyone follows the show and has watched the latest episode that aired today, you will understand this post.
This is how I was during A Good Man Goes to War.
This is how I was after A Good Man Goes to War.
And this is how I will be until Autumn.
Although, I did totally call it with River Song. Fuck yeah, I'm awesome!
And a huge nerd.
But if anyone follows the show and has watched the latest episode that aired today, you will understand this post.
This is how I was during A Good Man Goes to War.
This is how I was after A Good Man Goes to War.
And this is how I will be until Autumn.
Although, I did totally call it with River Song. Fuck yeah, I'm awesome!
And a huge nerd.
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