Half Hillarious/Half Horrible

Curious Volume had an amazing band practice yesterday. I got my Dad's beautiful crappy old Casio keyboard plugged into my guitar amp, and we put together a song I've had written for awhile now, and we were able to use the keyboard. Jeff Scott was at our practice too, so we did like 5 sloppy Arrogant Sons of Bitches covers, which is always so much fun. Working on harmonies was funny, because my practice room gets so loud that Trotta and I had no ability to hear afterward. This part of my day: excellent.

Then I started trying to plan the trip to the city. Originally, about 20 people were set to come. Well, all that were ACTUALLY ready and able to come included 7 guys and 2 girls, one of whom is taken. AND it was like 5 degrees out, AND my parents were giving me shit beyond shit about it. So we decided that maybe we'd have better luck the next day, when more people could come. We showed up at the transit center to make plans. Well, some of my friends apparently were really pissed off (at me) for being late and for proposing this idea of going the next day, and proceeded to not speak to me and to ditch me, without much explanation. I really hate having to be the one who organizes everything, because I guess everyone is blaming me now that nobody could actually go. I tried harder than anyone to make it work, but it's made like I'm an asshole who doesn't care. So I was insulted and really upset and confused the rest of the night. This part of the day: frustrating/depressing/confusing.

With going to the city out of the plans, Trotta, Joe Barone, Jeff Scott, Cimags, and I decided to go to Red Apple, where they have all-you-can-eat sushi for $20. I ordered 7 types of rolls (7x6=42 rolls total) and had to try to finish both plates so as to avoid paying $1 for every roll I didn't finish. This sushi was very very mediocre, and kind of warm. I actually wouldn't be shocked if I got food poisoning, because our orders were ready withing 2 minutes, and everyone else got a lot also. It was really funny though, trying to finish them all just for the principle of it and flushing some down the toilet and pushing some into the soda cans to hide them. Basically I got about $150 worth of sushi for $20. Should I be suspicious of this? Probably. But do I have testosterone in my blood? Apparently. Needless to say, I will literally never have to eat again, for the rest of my life. It was a lot of fun just hanging out, annoying the waitresses (yet another recipe for disaster we didn't think about...) and eating with the boys. This part of the night: very good.

After we dropped Joe Barone off (he lives by the bridge) and Cimags went off to hang out with some girl cuz he's a G, we went to Jeff's house for like 2 seconds, and he had a WOW raid to attend to so he didn't come back out. So Trotta and I went back to my house and then to the mall (yeah, that's 2 days in a fucking row) to meet up with Danielle, Janine, and Victor. Because Trotta knows everyone, we ran into another hundred people we knew and that was kinda cool. Some black guy had the same sneakers on as Trotta, which was awkward. We ran into Dom Manzi from Kids Carry Germs and he was extremely high, he told us to go to Perla's house. Which we did. On our way out of the mall, we saw Cimags! We were literally walking out at the same time. He had come to pick up a phone charger for his new car, which is quite nice (2005 Mitsubishi Galant). So he came with us to Perla's and on Perla's block, we saw ROB DAUNT, who is an asshole that I really really missed and was extremely happy to see. So he came to Perla's also. We basically just hung out and talked in Perla's basement and Trotta was able to have the Stella Artois he had left there a few weeks ago, after leaving it outside to get cold. Then I went home at 11, because I felt bad that my parents had work in the morning and I'd be keeping them up. I'm really happy that I got through the day without getting in an ounce of trouble with my parents. If I had gone to the city, however, it would have been a different story. Anyway, this part of the night: fucking funny.

Irony: After our meal at Red Apple, they gave us complimentary butterscotch. Butterscotch is the most popular example of something that is bittersweet. That whole day was bittersweet.