Thick Sound

Currently listening to:
The Suburbs
Arcade Fire

I think my chigger bits might actually be poison ivy again. This would be the first time it has itched, though. It really itches.
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Tonight, tonight, tonight. I went to the Lakewood Bar and Grill with Jonathan. The grill was closed so Jonathan didn't get any food and he couldn't do the bar because he corrected the doorman and said he was under twenty-one.

Why go to a bar? For the experience and to see a band.
I don't understand bars, they never have drink menus so I don't know names or prices; but they have every bottle of alcohol known to man.

The conversation went something like this:
Barmaid: I can't have minors at the bar.
[Jonathan scuttles away]
Me: I just turned twenty-one recently so I'm new to this. Give me the girliest drink you have.
Barmaid: Seriously?
Me: Well, uh, no.
Barmaid: Want a beer?
Me: No, I just drink alcohol. (oops, meant liquor) How about a mojito?
Barmaid: No.
Me: I'll take a margarita.
Then she explained that the bar keeps my card, sort of like a running tab or something. I'm not sure why.
So, I don't know why I couldn't get a mojito since that's a sort of mixed drink. I think I need to wikihow "getting your first drink at a bar" or just memorize a bunch of drink names. I should know what I'm doing in there.

Anyway, after I sufficiently embarrassed myself, I sat down for the real reason I was there: to hear Regatta de Faux. It's a Police cover band featuring my Brookhaven Composition professor, Hurshel Burton, and two other guys. Hurshel plays bass and does lead vocals, which Jonathan said is a weird combination. I bet no one else there knew Hurshel is an English PhD by day. As he said, "They just think it's another little black guy up there."

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Some of that message in a boooootle.

Jonathan was having a blast.

We saw a lady who went between two guys, some weird love triangle. There was a long haired guy with a big beard who danced the whole time and it was funny watching people try to walk around him because of his erratic bobbing. There were barflies that couldn't get comfortable, so they moved from one side of the building to the other, constantly. A group for a bachelorette party showed up to claim their reserved tables. They screamed a lot and told each other to "shut up" in that friendly sort of way, all before their drinks ever showed up. It was kind of like a group of little girls somehow got into the place. I guess there's always one night where adults don't act their ages. Left me pretty confused.

After the set, Hurshel gave me a quick chat and said we should do sushi once more. I definitely think I'll message him about that before school starts!