weekend recap...
Friday:
I kept it real on FRI and stayed in. I knew this weekend was going to be a very expensive one, so I decided to rest and watch Raging Bull. Oddly enough, so did D and J9, only difference is that I disliked it and they (at least D) enjoyed it. I was extremley disappointed in it, but I may give it a second shot - who knows. DeNiro was good, yes, as was Pesci, but it was such a boring plot in my mind. Oh well.
Saturday:
This is where the fun started. I am not sure what I did on this day, except that my "let's eat every meal at a bar" streak officially started. Yes, I enjoyed the next 5 or so meals at some sort of bar and grill. Expensive, but good times. I was on a streak of ordering Chips and Salsa, which I threw down like Stone Cold in his prime. Anyhow, I enjoyed numerous chicken sandwiches and a wide variety of Canadian Beer. Proper.
Sunday:
This is where everything got interesting. Nevermind the 4th of July or my weekend, just focus in on Sunday. After being suprised by the porch closing of Kinvara, the crew of D, J9 and 27% (me) headed to a dive bar. Worse than a dive bar, but a dive bar. Not too bad, though. Nice juke box... good, but unusual crowd, and a fun time. After a few games of Keno (no one won the big pot), another crew met up with ours and that is when 27% took an interest in the pool games. This guy was winning game after game, and hit 15 straight. Then, picture a heroin addict with fucked up tattoo's and a piercing on the base of her nose. Odd? Yes. But worse is that she decided to have a conversation with me. It started with pool. STARTED with pool. Then, well, it was like me living in MA one day and then Somolia tomorrow. No, Somolia 2 minutes from now.
Since J9 had the whole world spinning in her mind (like Latrell Sprewell's shoes), D and her took off, leaving me with this girl and the second half of the crew. When the crew went to play darts, this chick started to get freaky. After a few minutes, I foudn out that she worked in an adult store (shocker!) and that I was invited to come in to shop for my girlfriend (that doesn't exist). Then, she asked me if I knew the cli$#orous (I'm going R rated on you guys, not XXX). My repsonse, "Yes." (this reminded me of the Will Ferrell scene in Jay and Silent Bob). Then, she went into some detail about how I didn't because I did not have a serious girlfriend. Whatever. At this point I was going to tell her I was a flaming homsexual just to get out of this conversation, because I knew where this was going (I am not gay, by the way).
After a few minutes of her boyfriend listening in (Larry was his name), she had her eyes attached to me. Odd, yes, but this whole story is odd, so hang on in there. After feeling very uncomfrtable for about 13 minutes (I'd rather walk into work with a jockstrap on than to be in that conversation again), she whipsered in Larry's ear... Ok, this is where I knew I'd be writing this story for my blog...That EXACT point in time. I was then told that her and her boyfriend were SWINGERS and asked me if I could join them tonight. Yes, just focus on the story now. She was fairly persistant in getting me to join them, although Larry wanted me to bring another girl for him. When she went to the bathroom shortly after annoucning this, Larry followed and I took off to talk to the crew. But, Larry got the last request in, "If you find another girl, let me know." Sure Larry, sure.
When I got back to the crew I was told I should've done it for the stories, but I think this is enough of a story. I'd rather be boring than have my shit touch someone elses shit... you get my drift?
So,
Monday:
Yeah, 4th of July. Ate out again, forgot my credit card at The Rattlesnake, D almost died from Catfish, D almost beat the shizzle out of a guy because Manny doesn't hustle enought (I'm not going into detail), drank some Jim and Coke, took some firework pictures, ripped about 27 hairs from J9's head with my watch, saw #33 firetruck (LJB) and got a ride home in an xB.
compared to Sunday night, everything is low key, sorry.
I kept it real on FRI and stayed in. I knew this weekend was going to be a very expensive one, so I decided to rest and watch Raging Bull. Oddly enough, so did D and J9, only difference is that I disliked it and they (at least D) enjoyed it. I was extremley disappointed in it, but I may give it a second shot - who knows. DeNiro was good, yes, as was Pesci, but it was such a boring plot in my mind. Oh well.
Saturday:
This is where the fun started. I am not sure what I did on this day, except that my "let's eat every meal at a bar" streak officially started. Yes, I enjoyed the next 5 or so meals at some sort of bar and grill. Expensive, but good times. I was on a streak of ordering Chips and Salsa, which I threw down like Stone Cold in his prime. Anyhow, I enjoyed numerous chicken sandwiches and a wide variety of Canadian Beer. Proper.
Sunday:
This is where everything got interesting. Nevermind the 4th of July or my weekend, just focus in on Sunday. After being suprised by the porch closing of Kinvara, the crew of D, J9 and 27% (me) headed to a dive bar. Worse than a dive bar, but a dive bar. Not too bad, though. Nice juke box... good, but unusual crowd, and a fun time. After a few games of Keno (no one won the big pot), another crew met up with ours and that is when 27% took an interest in the pool games. This guy was winning game after game, and hit 15 straight. Then, picture a heroin addict with fucked up tattoo's and a piercing on the base of her nose. Odd? Yes. But worse is that she decided to have a conversation with me. It started with pool. STARTED with pool. Then, well, it was like me living in MA one day and then Somolia tomorrow. No, Somolia 2 minutes from now.
Since J9 had the whole world spinning in her mind (like Latrell Sprewell's shoes), D and her took off, leaving me with this girl and the second half of the crew. When the crew went to play darts, this chick started to get freaky. After a few minutes, I foudn out that she worked in an adult store (shocker!) and that I was invited to come in to shop for my girlfriend (that doesn't exist). Then, she asked me if I knew the cli$#orous (I'm going R rated on you guys, not XXX). My repsonse, "Yes." (this reminded me of the Will Ferrell scene in Jay and Silent Bob). Then, she went into some detail about how I didn't because I did not have a serious girlfriend. Whatever. At this point I was going to tell her I was a flaming homsexual just to get out of this conversation, because I knew where this was going (I am not gay, by the way).
After a few minutes of her boyfriend listening in (Larry was his name), she had her eyes attached to me. Odd, yes, but this whole story is odd, so hang on in there. After feeling very uncomfrtable for about 13 minutes (I'd rather walk into work with a jockstrap on than to be in that conversation again), she whipsered in Larry's ear... Ok, this is where I knew I'd be writing this story for my blog...That EXACT point in time. I was then told that her and her boyfriend were SWINGERS and asked me if I could join them tonight. Yes, just focus on the story now. She was fairly persistant in getting me to join them, although Larry wanted me to bring another girl for him. When she went to the bathroom shortly after annoucning this, Larry followed and I took off to talk to the crew. But, Larry got the last request in, "If you find another girl, let me know." Sure Larry, sure.
When I got back to the crew I was told I should've done it for the stories, but I think this is enough of a story. I'd rather be boring than have my shit touch someone elses shit... you get my drift?
So,
Monday:
Yeah, 4th of July. Ate out again, forgot my credit card at The Rattlesnake, D almost died from Catfish, D almost beat the shizzle out of a guy because Manny doesn't hustle enought (I'm not going into detail), drank some Jim and Coke, took some firework pictures, ripped about 27 hairs from J9's head with my watch, saw #33 firetruck (LJB) and got a ride home in an xB.
compared to Sunday night, everything is low key, sorry.
posted by Vandelay Industries @ 10:44 PM
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