Monday, June 06, 2005

I'd Tell You About It, But I'd Have To Kill You

Just coming off of one of the most awesome weekends ever. It was beautiful! There was sex! There was booze! There was rock and roll! (though, not all at once nor necessarily in that order)

I had so much fun that, unfortunately, I can't really tell you about it. There are people who are reading who will barf if I post all the gory details, and other people who might read them and find out Things of Which They Need Not Know (T.W.T.N.N.K.).

What I can tell you is that the guys from Sum 41 are really nice guys. And that that opinion is based on spending 35 seconds watching them sign a big glossy photograph for me and the collective 6 words they spoke to me. But they did it while smiling, so obviously they are very nice.

I can also tell you that Rise Against rocks so much ass I started to think that maybe I should become a punker. And I can tell you that when Rise Against is rocking out all hardcore-like, and a torrential downpour starts, that it is very cool and punk rock to just keep jumping up and down and waving your fist (or potentially your "rock on" finger-pose) while getting thoroughly drenched. Until they are done playing, and you are cold and wet, and no one knows if Sum 41 is even going to get to play, let alone what time it will be, so you go home. (Note: after careful consideration of this last part, I have decided that being punk is still not quite for me.)

I can also tell you that my brother makes a mean Long Island, and that by "mean" I mean "Gets You Fucking Drunk". And that if you're ever at a party of my brother's, make sure to order his very tasty self-invented shot called Barney's Balls (it's purple). Just be prepared to wait 20 minutes for it, as it involves about 17 kinds of liquor, a shaker that leaks and the ice which he stores in a separate room.

I'd like to tell you about how cool my cousin Sarah is, but much of her visit occurred during the T.W.T.N.N.K. So I'll just say this: she's really fucking cool.

So is my friend Fish, but again T.W.T.N.N.K. prevents me from elaborating.

So you see, a good time was had by all, but really you don't see, because the best parts happened during T.W.T.N.N.K. and I've entered into a C.T.K.S. (Conspiracy To Keep Secrets) even though in my humble and sober opinion, the T.W.T.N.N.K. wasn't really as B.A.D.A.P.A.M.I.O.T.B. (Big A Deal As People Are Making It Out To Be).

But whatever, y'all. It kinda harkens back to the days of Tim Doesn't Know and that's never not fun. My advice? Come visit me if you don't already live here. We will create our own nights of T.W.T.N.N.K. and you too will have something to hold over the heads of your friends and torture them with.

*Addendum: Hot Heather would like me to add that she was present for nearly every event chronicled and not chronicled in this post.

11 comments:

TheJesusFish said...

The acronyms are so think you can cut them with a knife.

Or are they abbreviations?

Fuck it, more strawberries please.

Web Swinger said...

Tim knows.

amberance said...

Tim knows the old thing. He doesn't have any idea what he missed out on this weekend however. neener neener neener...

David said...

Sounds like a good weekend to me. Conspiracies are always good when you are on the inside.

Tara said...

this is the worst blog post ever. no fair to talk about exciting lascivious things without spilling details.

Mos said...

I agree with Tara. Cough it up.

amberance said...

I gave details. The rock show was great! I certainly wasn't in a place I said I wasn't, and I certainly wasn't doing anything untoward with any boys, and I didn't even entertain the thought of being untoward with any girls. See? Nothing to tell.

Mos- I know that's you Chris D. Congrats on your fledgeling blogging adventure.

Web Swinger said...

You are right I don't know what you did this past weekend. But so long as you had. However were you able to cross something off your list of things to do?

Besides sooner or later you will tell or else you will explode.

amberance said...

Nope. Other were there. We are all sworn to secrecy, but that doesn't mean we can't discuss it amungst ourselves. Raspberries to you, old friend.

Hot Heather said...

i feel rather pathetic that you added later that i wanted you to mention me. next time, if you didn't mention me at first thought don't add it later... it's worse that way!! and a very many bad things happened that saturday night... woo woo for booze

amberance said...

In my defense there 'lil sis, with the exception of the concert, most of the stuff you were around for is classified information. And I didn't think you wanted the world to know that as we stood waiting for Sum 41 you were chanting aloud "I'm gonna shit my pants...I'm gonna shit my pants....". But if you don't mind peeps knowing, well...hey.