To those with the excuses (plus my own recap)...
I went to the meet with a trunk full of Corona, Guinness, charcoal I wanted to get rid of, JD's BBQ Sauce earlier than most despite having little sleep from buffing my car until 1AM and continuing to retouch it until about 2 hours prior (but I can gladly say that most of the swirls are gone and it's the cleanest the car has ever been), so tiredom or not having stuff to bring isn't an excuse.... Although ironically I didn't catch the part where the plans changed.
As far as traffic, the closer way to the 60 happens to pass by a cemetery, and JUST SO HAPPENED a funeral escort blocked traffic left and right... JUST when my CD player loaded the track to out of all things... Electric Funeral by Black Sabbath.
. Still cracks me up when I think of it! Then I encountered a tad bit of traffic too, so scratch that as an excuse.
Then, after waiting for friggin' Milt for 2 hours (good things come to those who wait? SH!T NOT FOR ME...), ALL of us starving out of our minds (but at least there was some ice cream in the park and I had a JD-Crispmac before coming), so as long as you arrived before Milt... No excuse.
After that, we went to some Hawaiian restaurant; I saw the hottest waitress [read: wait-RESS] EVER (friggin' Milt thought I was pointing at a dude and started the sh!t he did about me being a fxcking queer
... Fxcking bastard, now I regret having a conscience and holding back from socking him). Despite his continued rants, I STILL chilled with them also despite making an aas out of myself with my cheesy improv'd pickup line (sh!t it was either that or their suggestion of "ever had your belly button licked... From the inside" and risk getting slapped) AND Asian Flush... And Milt, giving me a small glass of ale and still going with gay jokes doesn't constitute an apology. *sigh* could've taken my homie's invitation of getting some girls at the clubs; at least then I would have some female reaction instead of a border-sausagefest where I could've gotten some poontang that Zach wings me on some weekends.
Oh well, fxck this sh!t... I'm still toying with the idea of never going to another Solara meet again. Peace, fxckers.
I went to the meet with a trunk full of Corona, Guinness, charcoal I wanted to get rid of, JD's BBQ Sauce earlier than most despite having little sleep from buffing my car until 1AM and continuing to retouch it until about 2 hours prior (but I can gladly say that most of the swirls are gone and it's the cleanest the car has ever been), so tiredom or not having stuff to bring isn't an excuse.... Although ironically I didn't catch the part where the plans changed.
As far as traffic, the closer way to the 60 happens to pass by a cemetery, and JUST SO HAPPENED a funeral escort blocked traffic left and right... JUST when my CD player loaded the track to out of all things... Electric Funeral by Black Sabbath.


Then, after waiting for friggin' Milt for 2 hours (good things come to those who wait? SH!T NOT FOR ME...), ALL of us starving out of our minds (but at least there was some ice cream in the park and I had a JD-Crispmac before coming), so as long as you arrived before Milt... No excuse.
After that, we went to some Hawaiian restaurant; I saw the hottest waitress [read: wait-RESS] EVER (friggin' Milt thought I was pointing at a dude and started the sh!t he did about me being a fxcking queer

Oh well, fxck this sh!t... I'm still toying with the idea of never going to another Solara meet again. Peace, fxckers.
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