So, first of all, it looks like I missed a ton of good stuff. Apparently, there's a WZ meeting of the minds happening at my brother's band's show in Woodbridge, NJ on 7/25. I'm going to meet all of the NJ peeps and IC25 and I are going to teach them how to mark out to a cover band while drinking lots of beer (or ginger ale for Norcal) and flirting with ****ty women
Needless to say, I'm totally looking forward to it.
Now, onto my weekend... I went down to the good ol' Jersey shore for some R&R, partying, and time to get away from the stress I'm under everyday at work. I headed down there with a good buddy of mine and met up with another female friend that I have an interesting history with, her friend that I met for the first time on Friday, and her neighbor (a.k.a. the most annoying person I've ever met in my life.)
Things started off fun... beach, tan, food, daiquiri's, lack of sleep, hangovers... But then Sunday night happened. Throughout the mini-vacation, my female friend was flirting with me. Now, I didn't think much of it since she and I flirt ALL the time and she just broke off an engagement, so I figured I was in the clear. So, we watch the fireworks and go to a bar. After we got there, I see some other girls I know, and I begin to hang with them (dancing, flirting, the whole nine yards.) All of a sudden, my female friend comes up to me, calls the girls ****es, and claims that she's running back to the house that she rented to throw my stuff out and me and my friend can no longer stay there. So, I leave, and after being cursed out by her friend, I arrive at the house and find all of my shit thrown out on the front doorstep of the house. We contantly knock on the door, finally get someone to answer it, and the battle begins.
After much arguing, I finally convinced her to allow me and my friend to stay there (I slept on a couch), and the next morning was awkward, to say the VERY least. My buddy and I went back to the beach, got some food, nd headed home.
The moral of this story?? This is why women are the curse of the Earth. And this is why I often wonder why being single really isn't so bad after all...
Any thoughts?

Now, onto my weekend... I went down to the good ol' Jersey shore for some R&R, partying, and time to get away from the stress I'm under everyday at work. I headed down there with a good buddy of mine and met up with another female friend that I have an interesting history with, her friend that I met for the first time on Friday, and her neighbor (a.k.a. the most annoying person I've ever met in my life.)
Things started off fun... beach, tan, food, daiquiri's, lack of sleep, hangovers... But then Sunday night happened. Throughout the mini-vacation, my female friend was flirting with me. Now, I didn't think much of it since she and I flirt ALL the time and she just broke off an engagement, so I figured I was in the clear. So, we watch the fireworks and go to a bar. After we got there, I see some other girls I know, and I begin to hang with them (dancing, flirting, the whole nine yards.) All of a sudden, my female friend comes up to me, calls the girls ****es, and claims that she's running back to the house that she rented to throw my stuff out and me and my friend can no longer stay there. So, I leave, and after being cursed out by her friend, I arrive at the house and find all of my shit thrown out on the front doorstep of the house. We contantly knock on the door, finally get someone to answer it, and the battle begins.
After much arguing, I finally convinced her to allow me and my friend to stay there (I slept on a couch), and the next morning was awkward, to say the VERY least. My buddy and I went back to the beach, got some food, nd headed home.
The moral of this story?? This is why women are the curse of the Earth. And this is why I often wonder why being single really isn't so bad after all...
Any thoughts?