Current mood:
cheerful
cheerfulSo, this whole time, we (and by we, I mean, Daniel, Jason, Dave, Danny, and myself) are waiting on Paul to show up. This he does not do until we are leaving. But he did show up, so all is good. And we all sit around outside the doors and bullshit for a while. Mostly I think it had to do with saying somthing along the lines of, "Hey, come here, yeah, thats right, lean in real colse...." and then punching someone in the face. Oh, and the insertion of ice cubes and peppermints into ones eyes. So, we discuss tonights plans, of which there be none as of yet. Dave plans on going on home, Paul claimed lack of cash, and i can't remember what lame excuse Danny came up with, but we all ended up out at the bar anyway. Apparently apple-tinni's are VERY difficult to make and Raegan is just really good at what she does, becuase we again began with the ordering of them and they came back as, well, crap. Best I can guess, there was triple sec, gin, and apple flavored vodka involved. Which is WRONG!!! They basically tasted like diesel fuel. We applied fire to one. While it didn't light, per se, it did float the flame... Oh, Danny and I stpooed by Keri's on the way out there and persueded her to go, too, but she had to wait for Nichole. Well, unfortunately, Dan was feeling tired and was Jason's ride, so they left before she even got there. Which sucked. There was some irritation over this. Ah, but shit happens. I was so happy to see my boys again!
Oh, so the end of the night is this: Danny and I stay and wait for Miss Kurry and Nichole, who arrive ans we all sit about talking shit and whatever, until we are over the bar scene. About then, this table of drunk-ass old people all get up and start dancing all Bee-Gees style to whatevers playing on the jukebox. Nichole's face was about as priceless as they get. Keri's was too, really. So, we all just sat there staring and laughing at them, especially the dude. REAL winners.... Keri and Nichole went on home and Danny ran me by my house and then to Keri's. We sat around watching the tube for a while because she was feeling like the crap, and apparently we both conked out because next thing I know, Luke walks through the door and says something to the effect of, "Aw, look at the sleepy lil girls....!" 
So, we wake back up (kinda...) and hang out some. And there's tv. And Luke eventually goes to bed and I take a bunch of pictures of the kitties and then I borrow the bike that they have in their dining room, which has 2 flat tires. Thats no big deal though, becuase I can just walk down and air them up, right? WRONG!!! I walk to the closest gas station, which is the one on Washington and 11th st, and on the way there, I make sure that I have 50 cents for the air thing, but you know what? When I get there, I see that it takes 75. For AIR. Thats retarded. So, I look around and about half a block down, I spy 2 pop machines outside of a liquor store. (Its 4-5 am, by the way....) So I walk down there, only to find that NEITHER of the dollar slots work. FUCK!!!! So, I walk back. And I stand there and think. And then I walk a few blocks away to Zwanzigs pizza, where I finally manage to get change out of their pop machine. Whew.... I get back, I put my money in, the "in service" light pops on, ...... nothing. No air. Just fucking fantastic. So, now, I have to walk all the fucking way up to 17th and Central to get fucking air. AND I'm down 75 cents. Bugger it all. So I begin my hike. And actually, all goes well.... The only eventful thing that happened was that I ran into George Drab and we talked for a good long while outside the gas station. Then, I rode home and watched the last 20 minutes of "Thank you for Smoking" and went to bed. And that was the end of a really good weekend. 
So, we wake back up (kinda...) and hang out some. And there's tv. And Luke eventually goes to bed and I take a bunch of pictures of the kitties and then I borrow the bike that they have in their dining room, which has 2 flat tires. Thats no big deal though, becuase I can just walk down and air them up, right? WRONG!!! I walk to the closest gas station, which is the one on Washington and 11th st, and on the way there, I make sure that I have 50 cents for the air thing, but you know what? When I get there, I see that it takes 75. For AIR. Thats retarded. So, I look around and about half a block down, I spy 2 pop machines outside of a liquor store. (Its 4-5 am, by the way....) So I walk down there, only to find that NEITHER of the dollar slots work. FUCK!!!! So, I walk back. And I stand there and think. And then I walk a few blocks away to Zwanzigs pizza, where I finally manage to get change out of their pop machine. Whew.... I get back, I put my money in, the "in service" light pops on, ...... nothing. No air. Just fucking fantastic. So, now, I have to walk all the fucking way up to 17th and Central to get fucking air. AND I'm down 75 cents. Bugger it all. So I begin my hike. And actually, all goes well.... The only eventful thing that happened was that I ran into George Drab and we talked for a good long while outside the gas station. Then, I rode home and watched the last 20 minutes of "Thank you for Smoking" and went to bed. And that was the end of a really good weekend. 
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