The Girl With Blue Hair

Sam, as in Samantha
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I left California at 6:45 yesterday via first class and got appropriately buzzed on the plane.  I showed up in Boise at 12:45 and was picked up by Taylor.  It was really rainy and cold (which was awesome; I don’t remember the last time I saw weather like that in Orange, but it was definitely a whiiile ago) and I got to wear my hood up without looking like I was mobbin it all sketchy-like.
We went and visited Chelsea at the Flying M, which is her coffee shop, and she gave me a fancy, heart-foamed latte and a tasty bagel.  I took a nap with her two cats back at her house, then she picked me up and we went to an all-you-can-eat pizza night where fancy draught beers were 4.25/pint.  Later, the three of us went to a show at a bar called the Red Room where, because Chelsea is apparently Boise’s most-loved resident, we got like a million drinks.  Oh, and I got an appletini at some point—it was two dollars.  I remember shitting myself in Syracuse when it was $5.  BUT NO.  TWO DOLLAR FUCKING GIANT APPLETINIS.
Oh and some guy who was also named Sam rapped for me to welcome me here.  This is basically one of the most wonderful places ever and, as I kept saying last night, I’m fucking thrilled I opted to come here and not go somewhere like France or something.  Why?  Because after this trip, I’ll actually have enough money to afford NY and still manage to be drunk my whole vacation.  Plus, I hate French accents.
Now, I’m gonna go nurse my hangover in preparation for my next hangover tomorrow.

I left California at 6:45 yesterday via first class and got appropriately buzzed on the plane.  I showed up in Boise at 12:45 and was picked up by Taylor.  It was really rainy and cold (which was awesome; I don’t remember the last time I saw weather like that in Orange, but it was definitely a whiiile ago) and I got to wear my hood up without looking like I was mobbin it all sketchy-like.

We went and visited Chelsea at the Flying M, which is her coffee shop, and she gave me a fancy, heart-foamed latte and a tasty bagel.  I took a nap with her two cats back at her house, then she picked me up and we went to an all-you-can-eat pizza night where fancy draught beers were 4.25/pint.  Later, the three of us went to a show at a bar called the Red Room where, because Chelsea is apparently Boise’s most-loved resident, we got like a million drinks.  Oh, and I got an appletini at some point—it was two dollars.  I remember shitting myself in Syracuse when it was $5.  BUT NO.  TWO DOLLAR FUCKING GIANT APPLETINIS.

Oh and some guy who was also named Sam rapped for me to welcome me here.  This is basically one of the most wonderful places ever and, as I kept saying last night, I’m fucking thrilled I opted to come here and not go somewhere like France or something.  Why?  Because after this trip, I’ll actually have enough money to afford NY and still manage to be drunk my whole vacation.  Plus, I hate French accents.

Now, I’m gonna go nurse my hangover in preparation for my next hangover tomorrow.

It might say “I’m too cool for this,” but what it really says is “SHAME.”

It might say “I’m too cool for this,” but what it really says is “SHAME.”

My photo-taking device is dead and the charger is way the fuck out in the kitchen, so here is basically what I look like today.  Y’know, just so you can get the idea.

My photo-taking device is dead and the charger is way the fuck out in the kitchen, so here is basically what I look like today.  Y’know, just so you can get the idea.

…after getting home.
On the bright side: Combined, we had like about 22 drinks and paid for 5 of ‘em, tops.

…after getting home.

On the bright side: Combined, we had like about 22 drinks and paid for 5 of ‘em, tops.