DEAR JOURNAL,
COMMENCE WITH THE CHEESY DOUGIE HOUSER MUSIC AT YOUR WILL.
MARCH 22, 2004
HOLA- where the fuck have ya'll been? well who the fucking hell knows where I've been. I recently discovered time travel- apparently all the years spent with scientist looking for the key to time travel- well they simply forgot to couple xbars and beer. yeah-so just where did thursday go? who the hell knows. i remeber the lake- bleeding- and waking up on an unknow couch in unknown clothes with no one- which i suppose is better than an unknown person.
on the other hand- there is a new prestres show coming up at Zepplins in the soonish kind of time. if you follow my advice for time travel it should be in the next day or so. I will keep you posted- if at all possible. . . time travel and all.
keep looking.
Well, it has been fun. But alas, "the time has come, my dear friends, to talk of many things, of ships and sails and sealing wax, of cabbages and kings". . . Two years in the making- and now I hand over this pitiful excuse for a homepage to Ryan. May Prestres see the lights of entertainment at their highest setting.
Good luck- Emily Noto.
"She works in the bank, and she
works in the store, and she don't
go - for that old stuff anymore
she likes to get high - and listen to
the band - she likes to make love
to her kind of man" - Hank Williams Jr.
NOVEMBER 28, 2003
1)Mom, I know you like that- but I don't like dressing like that dyke
Dorothy from Golden Girls. Put it back on the rack.
2)Billy I really really REALLY need The Exorcist!
THE POWER OF CHRIST COMPELS YOU!
NOVEMBER 26, 2003
I wasn't there but apparently someone drank out of an INTERCOURSE Glass.(?!)
Sorry I missed that classic Thanksgiving moment!
NOVEMBER 26, 2003
FOUND: Ryan Fanguy. It seems that Ryan was never
really missing. Who knew!? Anyway, We found Ryan.
Unfortunately no one gave him sex like we told
them too. Bitches!
NOTICE!!
Ryan is now to be called "The Bass Master"
NOVEMBER 17th . . .
AND A DRUNKEN 18th- A.M., 2003
"All I want to know is - How did we end up on a dead end street down 59?"
-Billy
NOVEMBER 18, 2003
(Actually I though tomorrow was Thanksgiving. Sigh)
Here is a letter Justin wrote to me about the site.
I found it worthy of the Journal. Enjoy. I did.
Dear MeMaw,
I have not seen the website in quite
awhile and I must say that I am impressed.
As soon as I saw it I came all over myself in
amazement. I especially like the sidebars on
the pictures. Those are always funny. And I would
like to say that I don't piss myself when
I drink. Just when I drink and laugh hysterically
which is once in a blue moon (yeah right!).
Usually a third of what I drink winds up on my
shirt in some way whether it is puke or
I couldn't
get it all in. Anyways the
Internet has been around many moons now
and this is the first time I
have e-mailed anybody so
savor the flavor. Technology scares me
(I just saw Terminator 3). Eventually
this shit is going to
kill us. We must stop Judgement Day damnit!
Jebus
HALLOWEEN 2003
All I gots ta say is: I was one scary sombitch!
Justin decided NOT to go as his usual bedsheet this
year. Instead he went as the bedsheet's Arch
enemy- the Devil. Leslie was happy- But we were confused
Leslie was the Devil also...Hmm.
Where is the balance in that relationship?!
Billy and Terry got dressed up as Dead Metal fans.
They looked really grimey and Billy's makeup stuck to
his neck for three days. I- the almighty scary
purchased a kickass gargoyle mask and borrowed a
great gray wig from Les. For not
having a costume- I was pretty fucking
happy with the out come. Leslie and Mimi had to glue it
on me. Mimi was a dead Emily- with a blood problem
which I won't go into. You'd thank me really you
would. We bounced around town from Kurt and
Gina's house to Scooter's and ended up drunk in
Mandeville- again. And where was Ryan that night?
Come to mention it- Where the hell has Ryan been?
Holy shit!
Attention! Attention! ACTUNG!!!!
Ryan is missing!
Ryan is a Male caucasion
Mid-Twenties.
Approximately Six foot Two
and 180 pounds (probably way off on that)
If you or a girlfriend you know has been hit on him
at any bar in the area- procede with caution!
He has been single for a while now and is most
likely to attempt to sleep with you. DO THIS!
Please sleep with him for the betterment of
the band- if not the country! And call us at
373-5644 as soon as he passes out without
asking if you have finished! It is extreamly
important that you sleep with him. But a
absolutely do not engage in and type of snuggling.
He is armed with flatulance after drinking and is
considered extreamly dangerous.
October 16, 2003
Ya wasn't screwin me up more than I was doin myself.
-Ryan at Highwaters
OCTOBERISH SOMETHINGOROTHER.
(it's way before the 7th but way After the first.)
Whoa! Thank you so much to Ford Brewster!
He saved the Pink Taco Clubhouse. It came
down to the last second (really) Billy
and I had packed the house- and we thought
we were going to have to pack the jam
space too! But alas! Ford has come through!
Thank you! Now Prestres can continue
to harass the neighbors with the wonderfully
melodious songs like "You are my master-
whip me" and of course "point of no return".
NO upcoming shows at the moment- but
stay tuned! Oh- Prestres bids farewell to
Amber- she's off to live the good life on
an island. And Happy birthday to Justin
who turns 23- and Gabriella who turns
1 (We got the chunk!) Oh- and my Mother-
who turns 20. (I get money for saying
stuff like that) All said- You guys need
to pass this site around- sign the
damned guestbook and send me pictures of
the guys doing funny shit in high school.
If I had a camera this weekend I would
put the picture of Billy with a straw hat
on this mother. But i didn't- so just
picture it!
SEPTEMBER 29, 2003
HAPPY BIRTHDAY JEBUS,
PORKCHOP, CHIEF NIPPLE HAIR- OR
JUST JUSTIN!!
Have a Coors on me- oh wait. . .
I don't have a job or money.
So have a Coors on someone else.
SEPTEMBER 25, 2003
MOVING SUCKS!
So the guy in my English class is in a band called
In Media Res and they are playing in Hammond
(I am aware that Hammond sucks.) at Augustine's at
10:oo p.m. Support local music and go.
SEPTEMBER 23, 2003
All play and no work makes Jack a very pissed off boy.
SEPTEMBER 20, 2003
OUCH! Toooo much drinking- getting old.
Must get up. Must do show in Metarie!
Is it ok to wake up two hours before a show?
We all stumbled out of bed to make it to
this show. And I have to admit that at
some points I really wanted to wreck the
car just so I could sleep in the ambulance.
I spent the whole night sucking down water
by the gallons. I have no clue how the
boys drank! The show rocked! There was a
mullet head there who was really digging
everyone's set. He bought Billy a beer
and couldn't stop dancing. It was fucking
great. Don't worry I have pictures! Ryan
and Justin got into a fun quarrel at
the end of the night. We all wanted to
go to bed! Not together. just sleep. And
after all was said and done- we did.
SLEEP- SLEEP dear child.
SEPTEMBER 19, 2003
The wedding. Dispite the beauty of the evening-
nothing beats an open bar. We had a lot
of fun- Justin made Brad's mother have minor
heart palpitations- and I restrained myself from
yelling at the father of the bride. I do have
self control if I am not at Ted's parties.
When all was said and done our group headed
to the quarter. We strolled down Bourbon St.
but decided to go to Decatur to avoid the
masses. Instead we damn near get in an all
out brawl with some loud mouthed tourist
and some guy huffing and heaving like Fatty
McGee. Go have to love those firery Blanke
women. Just when the dress shoes should have
been flying into someones orbital socket
the four of us dive into another bar. Billy
and I ordered to stiff drinks - Justin
just ordered an alcohol I.V. and Leslie
decided to retrieve the car.
And that is when we lost him.
Justin disappears two bars down. And
remains there till our savior for the nights
rescues him and returns him to us- TWO
DOORS DOWN unharmed.
Living the lives of confused rock stars already.
SEPTEMBER 18, 2003
Another friend is off the the dog house-
Marriage and Baby- the beauty of life.
So Prestres, minus Ryan, are off to
celebrate one last night of being a
single man. After many beers, no naked
ladies, but a couple of big mouthed
ones- no wait that sounds dirty- don't
take it that way. I think that sentance
was just to racy- and I will continue
this thought pattern in a different direction.
Ok- So after the bachelor party for our
dear friend Brad we all returned to the
shit hole we call home (Madisonville house).
Justin has become whiskey bent. I have
to say that it is funny as hell to sit
in awe and amazement wondering if someone
is pissing on your house or on themselves.
HOME!
