We came, we saw, we left

So, the day of events was worth the frustration. Beer, weed, girls, tittles, and hours of playing that game .....You know the one....where you rate women out of 10. The day was cold, windy, crowded, no place to sit, no place to piss, plenty of places to smoke up. I saw Cake, Project Whyze (or however the fuck you spell it) Our Lady Peace, Bif Naked and yes, Tool. I also dropped $100 on nothing.

My companions and I skipped out early to sell our ticket stubs to teenagers for half the original ticket price, then we hit the bar one last time. Then I met this girl. Guys let me just give you some words of advice, never promise a girl you’ll be right back, only to be found 15 minutes later, hitting on another girl. Yeah, I was blasted and took one of those cliché drink splashed in my face. Double J said I just laughed for like five minutes.

We hit the road, back to our meaningless lives and out deadbeat jobs. Fuck, my boss is gonna be pissed.