I think I killed a bird. ) :
Today I bought an interesting shirt. "It's all fun and games until the flying monkeys attack" -- complete with a stick figure drawing.
More importantly, and more interestingly, I went out drinking with Becky. We started out at Plush -- Lila Lopez (or some name similar to that) was playing there. While we waited for her to get on stage we ordered a Sexy Blue Jesus for each of us. Then after I finished mine we each ordered a shot of tequila. Then an arizona sunrise. I don't think Lila had started playing yet by this point. But Becky and my conversations had gotten highly amusing. At some point I licked some sunrise of her leg -- and we laughed for a good 5 minutes in an attempt to try and act sober in order to avoid getting condescending stares from the barkeeps. Lila was just as good in person as her CD. After she had finished Becky tried to go flirt with her but was unsuccessful. At which point she convinced me to go sign up for the mailing list and talk to Lila and her boytoy in order for Becky to get a second chance. The result? I said some stupid drunk things like, "you rock" and then taking her hand and saying, in a drunk/serious tone "it was a pleasure listening to your music". Then we left for... IBT's? Where we talked about appropriately gay things and danced in a strobe light room where the music DOESN'T STOP. We kept dancing... waiting for it to end... but eventually we realized they just melded one song into another. Also, IBT's tequila shots are twice as expensive as plushes.
Aside: I've found I'm rather fond of tequila shots, salt, and limes.
I should probably go to bed now, but there's so much more to tell.
So Becky and I were quite drunk by this point. Thus we thought it would be a wise decision to walk to Crawford's apartment in stead of driving home. Unfortunately when we got there Mike wasn't home. So Becky and I scaled his pool's fence and decided to go swimming. I think it was a mutual decision to go swimming at that point -- but we each added our own particular insights to the adventure. I, for one, did not like the idea of being caught nude by the police, so I steered Becky away from the notion of skinny dipping and more towards swimming fully clothed. Becky, in her genius, decided taking off our shoes would be practical. We also emptied out our pockets. But otherwise, we swam half a dozen laps in all our nice bar clothes. It was fun. I forgot to take off my glasses though. I kept laughing about that.
As we were leaving, Crawford pulled into the parking lot. We then decided to drop our plan of wandering around the UofA campus drunk and Crawford fed us Cocoa Puffs or Snuffs or whatever they were called. Then he drove us 1)to La... Alazona? a great mexican food place, whatever it is called and the 2) to the place Becky is house sitting. Mike drank a bunch of port to catch up to us then we all went swimming nude in a gloriously warm swimming pool. It was nice.
Becky of course fell asleep, Mike and I drove each other to my car, and now here I am.
On my way home I think I ran over a bird. I didn't see it to the very end -- it was sitting perfectly still in the middle of 1st... maybe it was already dead at that point... but I saw a cloud of feathers in my rear view mirror... so I'm a little sad. But other than that the evening was great.
More importantly, and more interestingly, I went out drinking with Becky. We started out at Plush -- Lila Lopez (or some name similar to that) was playing there. While we waited for her to get on stage we ordered a Sexy Blue Jesus for each of us. Then after I finished mine we each ordered a shot of tequila. Then an arizona sunrise. I don't think Lila had started playing yet by this point. But Becky and my conversations had gotten highly amusing. At some point I licked some sunrise of her leg -- and we laughed for a good 5 minutes in an attempt to try and act sober in order to avoid getting condescending stares from the barkeeps. Lila was just as good in person as her CD. After she had finished Becky tried to go flirt with her but was unsuccessful. At which point she convinced me to go sign up for the mailing list and talk to Lila and her boytoy in order for Becky to get a second chance. The result? I said some stupid drunk things like, "you rock" and then taking her hand and saying, in a drunk/serious tone "it was a pleasure listening to your music". Then we left for... IBT's? Where we talked about appropriately gay things and danced in a strobe light room where the music DOESN'T STOP. We kept dancing... waiting for it to end... but eventually we realized they just melded one song into another. Also, IBT's tequila shots are twice as expensive as plushes.
Aside: I've found I'm rather fond of tequila shots, salt, and limes.
I should probably go to bed now, but there's so much more to tell.
So Becky and I were quite drunk by this point. Thus we thought it would be a wise decision to walk to Crawford's apartment in stead of driving home. Unfortunately when we got there Mike wasn't home. So Becky and I scaled his pool's fence and decided to go swimming. I think it was a mutual decision to go swimming at that point -- but we each added our own particular insights to the adventure. I, for one, did not like the idea of being caught nude by the police, so I steered Becky away from the notion of skinny dipping and more towards swimming fully clothed. Becky, in her genius, decided taking off our shoes would be practical. We also emptied out our pockets. But otherwise, we swam half a dozen laps in all our nice bar clothes. It was fun. I forgot to take off my glasses though. I kept laughing about that.
As we were leaving, Crawford pulled into the parking lot. We then decided to drop our plan of wandering around the UofA campus drunk and Crawford fed us Cocoa Puffs or Snuffs or whatever they were called. Then he drove us 1)to La... Alazona? a great mexican food place, whatever it is called and the 2) to the place Becky is house sitting. Mike drank a bunch of port to catch up to us then we all went swimming nude in a gloriously warm swimming pool. It was nice.
Becky of course fell asleep, Mike and I drove each other to my car, and now here I am.
On my way home I think I ran over a bird. I didn't see it to the very end -- it was sitting perfectly still in the middle of 1st... maybe it was already dead at that point... but I saw a cloud of feathers in my rear view mirror... so I'm a little sad. But other than that the evening was great.