Saturday night was a movie: drive-in Indiana Jones and the Lost Ark at Half Price Books. Alberto, Jonathan, Pablo, and Ron came over and we went to centennial to buy lots of girly drinks that would both get us drunk and taste good all the while. Pablo wanted vodka, though. I don't know about Pablo sometimes.
"Once more, Indiana Jones, we come to find that there is nothing you can possess which I cannot take away."
Mid-way through the movie Phillip showed up and dropped off a bottle of wine and ran away, so I had to hide it for the rest of the movie.
Afterward we went to Denny's for the usual meal. Alberto brought one of those alligator toys where you press teeth down one at a time and one tooth will make it bite you. So that was our Monopoly replacement for the night. After that, we retired to my backyard with the cooler and lit the tiki lamps that would light. Jonathan only had one drink and left, he's still a beginner by choice. The rest of us became much unsober and discussed trivial things like relationships and reality. I tried Phillip's $3 orange wine which smelled like an icey pop. Promptly I spit it out and passed it around the circle. Everyone but Jonathan spit it out; I don't think he got a suitable amount in his mouth, or he faked it. I can't tell.
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Yesterday, because it's now after midnight, I started going over what I've packed and Perryl came over with some sweet rice. We played Halo 1. Every time friends come over we end up playing the original Halo because it's all I have and it never gets old. It's sort of a tradition now. I should sell all that stuff while it's worth something.. But then all we'd have to play is the alligator game!
When Perryl ran off to get ready to go back to College Station, My parents and I went to eat dinner with Jonathan and his parents at the Meddlesome Moth. It's a weird dive with art and stained glass from the Hard Rock Cafe. Basically it's a place to get beers of all sorts and the food is sort of appetizer in setup. I think the chefs must have been tired because one of our dishes was served twice and we got two rounds of the same desserts, all for free. It's probably good that that happened because the bill came to $180 for six people. I have to say I haven't felt that full in a long time; it's kind of uncomfortable. My mom thought it would be Dutch treat, but then my dad kept denying them splitting the check even though he wanted Dutch as well. I really don't get them some time. My dad can be pretty ridiculous when he isn't allowed to treat people, or maybe it's when they want to treat him. Eh.
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."
Pictures:
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!
