I don\'t know what went down everywhere/anywhere with girl on girl action but all I can confirm is that I woke up in room 322. There was Buquebus (hardLuckHarry on Pheesh) Igz and Postom.
These were my first 6 minutes that I joleted down upon awakening.
P.S.Please excuse the written English given it being my second language.
Rude awakening in Bridgeport Ct. 9:22am sunday post UAC breakfast show.
Three things combined forces to rattle my world Sunday morning. The early morning sun, a "dready" kid whom I knew by the name of Hard Luck Harry and a Filet-O-Fish that was no more than 18" from my face and at least a day old. I know this because nobody could/would vouch for it\'s presence and being downtown Bridgeport my sanitary expectations for the establishment were not very elevated and I had no reason to doubt what I was being told by my surroundings.
The first issue was rapidly resolved when Melissa got up, pulled the shades shut and barred the sun from the room. Instant gratification is almost always pleasant in these kind of situations and given the fact that it helped dull the rapidly onsetting physical reminder of a open bar made this case no exception. The beers of choice were Sierra Nevada, Guiness and Heineken with a fully stocked bar, def. no holding back on the expenses here and while all might have been free only a few hours ago I was due to pay the price today.
Once the question of the sunlight was resolved, Hard Luck Harry became quite talkative. He had a flash of someone repeatedly calling him a wookie while he had passed out on the floor. Apparently causing him much torment he was determined to find out who it was. At this time the Filet-O-Fish and it\'s odor became much more pungent and suddenly brought on a flashback/memory/Déjà-vu of my own.
I was transported back to last summer where after a show at LaBoca when I awoke downtown Middletown. At first thought the situation might not sound that bad but there are a few things that should be added. I had been seeing "GoClicPhan" at the time but we kind of got into a "situation" that evening so...
Expectations: Great show, have some drinks and waking up next to/spooning my girlfriend at her place two street corners from the show. Proceed to indulging in sex, java and a fresh copy of the NYTimes and see from there.
Reality: Great show, have some drinks and waking up next to/spooning my tackle box in the back of my wagon zero street corners from the show. Proceed to be repulsed by the odor of bait that had been forgotten a few days earlier in the bottom of my box and have Java with some homies on the street while I read a copy of some tabloid out of NYC.
Needless to say, the only thing that got thrown out of my life faster than the chick was the rotting fish. Having nobody to throw out of my life on this glorious morning I attacked the "rotting fish of the day" problem that I had.
Still laying in bed, I lunged for the Filet-O-Fish. Now, at this time while determined to fight the urge of opening it and getting the visual image that would have helped in resolving it\'s age I was quite uncertain of how my curious nature would react once it was in my hands. Upon contact with the box I saw the light and the answers to all our remaining questions were answered . The amount of grease that had soaked through the box and seeped onto my hands clearly indicated it\'s purchase date was somewhere around March 27th. My mad rush to the bathroom to dispose of the Filet-O-Fish brought a sense of physical reality upon me that made me realize my real age and answered Hard Luck Harry\'s question as well.
It was a six pack of midgets whom had obviously snuck into our room and taken turns kicking me and calling him a "wook" while we were all zzz\'ing away.
