heh. some time around 1am last night hallie and becky were dragging me out of the plan at great scott to a party that the guys in one of the bands that played that night. reuben, a friend from college had already left with his girlfriend, let's call her J. we were packed into this converted van with no seats, as a bottle of jack was passed around, and the members of head quarters were trying to find parking around lower allston (thank god it would be near home). somewhere along the way the floor tom fell off the raised shelf in the back and on to hallie's head, which incurred a minor bump, but i manager to stop the falling tom before any major damage took place. becky seemed quietly optomistic through the scary van ride. all the while this one guy in the band who looked an awful lot like the lead singer in the hives kept screaming if anybody knows anybody who has some coke. jesus, i wanted to yell at the prick for being so stupid. but whatever, be a mediocre rock star while you can be, i guess. so we arrive at the party which is on alcot st., and there's a couple people there instructing us that we were all going to another party, an underwear party, in a little just soon after, so we couldn't drink any of their booze. after 20 minutes of standing around and doing nothing, we start to get ancy, so me and this guy charlie from head quarters start taking their liquor cabinet stuff. all of a sudden there's this screaming match between reuben's girlfriend, and some of the people that live in the house, and she's screaming how she can't find her shoe. her fucking white shoe. the guy who lived at this house was seriously coming close to smacking this girl who seemed to get more and more frantic. she ended up leaving - finding her shoe outside in the bushes. we started heading out to the next party, because the people who lived at this house were wanting to head out themselves. beck hallie and i go outside to wait, and there's reuben, poor reuben and his girlfriend who is screaming her head off on the phone for some reason. it was weird. i gave reuben my number in case he needed to call or anything. we go back a few years to early college, '95, 96 or so, but haven't exactly stayed in touch or anything. so then we're all wondering what the fuck it's going to be, where's the party, how are we getting there, etc, somebody already had come out of their house to tell us to shut up, and standing around outside wasn't cutting it. i was sobering up fast, and so were head quarters. the coke kid was merely wanting a ber at this point. after a little while someone comes out and tells us that the party's a bust, and we're not going. just like that, we head out, and the band drove back to new york.

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