and then, the talking. and the discussions. and the stories. and laughing. and just bein stupid. and recounting all of jack's car accidents, and when pachtman threw up wendy's nachos, and all stupid shit that only we'd find funny, but we love it all the same.
...and we talked until the sun came up. literally.
at 5:30 am, we called it a night. jack and i both had to wake up at 8, for work. ...whoops!
passed out at a little after 6. alarm goes off less than 2 hours later. shower quick, wash my face a thousand times. i'm all, like, sore and emotional and angry and annoyed and groggy cuz im so beat. sleeping was probably the wrong move with only that little nap.
jack and i left, pachtman was gonna hang out for a bit, then take off later on.
said the goodbyes. gotta buncha pics the night before, like a woman. doesn't matter.
now, i'm all sortsa fuckin retarded tired.
whatever, it was fuckin worth it. i'd do it again in a heartbeat.
