If you value your liver, do not, I repeat, DO NOT go to NorthWest Fresh.
At first, you’ll think its cool.
The bar, Monk’s, has a good vibe. So you check your coat and hit up the bartender for the incredibly cheap drink specials. (Titos mixed drinks $1.50?!! Erm, sure.)
Then you start catching up with old friends, maybe even making some new ones, and scoping out the new merch from Royale.
Before you know it, someone is talking about this infamous Purple Drank, so you try one. All of the sudden its like some sort of twisted happy hour, and fireball is two for one between 11 and 12… so you and your bestie order a tray-full to split.
Because that’s always a good idea.
Upon losing [and then hunting down] all of your shit multiple times, you’ll decide its time to cool it.
Your original mission was to get absorbed into the music. Remembering that, you take post in the front row and proceed to take terrible drunk pictures, dance your little ass off, and recite lyrics until you black out.
This isn’t a theory people, this is real life sheeit. Trust me. I saw it happen.
Actually I felt it happen, because the above mentioned is your truly.
And I’m pretty sure I did permanent damage to both my brain and my liver….
Good Music + great friends + cheap booze = epic disaster
And amazing drunk photography skillz. [Hey, I'm a blogger, not a photog, k! I can't be good at everything guys!]
I’m looking out for you, friends, unless you are extremely responsible [HA! right], you prob shouldn’t go. Unless you have a babysitter.
You will lose your shit [anyone find my cigs? or my plugs? or my cash? haha], you will have too much fun, and you will need to take a few days off to recover…. and take random pics of random people in the bathroom:
But if you’re up for the challenge, and you think you can handle it…. or you’re a damn rebel…. The next show is going to prob be one of the most epic frackin NorthWest Fresh ever.
Are you ready?
Drum roll puhleez……
GRAVES 33!!! GRAYSKUL!! November 13th!
Check it out, but only if you dare……