The longwinded retelling of a day that even I would be hard pressed to complain about
I woke up Saturday morning at 9:45 in the am because I was stupid enough to set my alarm for a time so ridiculously early in the morning the night before in the hopes of getting out and accomplished before the sun had set on the horizon. Seeing as to how I was kept up until a little after five o' clock in the morning watching boogie nights and blade trinity, however, I did not roll out of bed until about 11:50. the plan for the day was to get up at ten, take a shower and go to the bank to deposit my pay check by 10:45, get back to Towson and feed myself by 11:45, go work out from 12:15 to 2:00, go play basketball from 2 to 5 and then recede back to my room to work on my research paper. But since it was now almost 12, the entire day was obviously gone. "What to do?" I thought. so rather than sit around burn more daylight by aimlessly pondering, I gathered my laundry into my hamper, grabbed some movies for the week out of my collection (American Psycho, Bubba Ho-tep, The Girl Next Door, Girl ,Interrupted and Garden State) and then headed out to the bank. After depositing my paycheck and being notified of just how poor I truly am, I decided that I needed to do something fun and cheery to take my mind off of things. I sat and pondered for a brief moment in my truck while listening to a Godsmack album, and then I decided that I would call my good friend Stephy and see if she was available to go schedule an appointment for us to get tattoos together like we had been loosely planning to do for the past few days. She was in favor of the concept when I called, so I immediately was on my way up to HCC to meet her at the computer lab so that we could both print out a picture of what we wanted by way of the school's facilities, and then be on our merry way. everything with the printing went swimmingly, so after a brief time of fooling around on the internet, we decided to depart and rendezvous at her house so that we could consolidate our models of gas consumption into one cute little vehicle known as the accent. we drove the bottle rocket to Mouse and Poncho's, the only tattoo parlor in the area worth going to (do not even think about going to main street because they are bad news), and the fine gentleman with metal and ink strewn about his body earned three points by immediately recounting to us the origins of my design of choice. after all was said and done and we had settled our debts incurred for scheduling appointments, we decided the next logical move for the day would obviously be to scuttle down route forty to taco bell where I was destined to get my usual combination of a beef and potato burrito, a seven layer burrito and a medium wild cherry Pepsi. Following the consumption of our fine meals, Ms. Stephy purchased a spicy chicken burrito and some cinnamon twists, it was obviously time for us to become stricken with the necessity of going to the avenue in white marsh so that we could enjoy a big screen presentation of the Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy. Arriving about an hour before the next showing, however, we undeniably had some time to kill; so a trip to old navy in search of a belt to keep Stephy’s pants from falling off anymore seemed to be in order. Once the crisis of the falling trousers was safely resolved with the purchase of a belt, we moseyed on down to Barnes and Noble and slowly meandered around the store until it was time for us to go see our film. In watching Hitchhiker's Guide, my love for Mos Def was reaffirmed, and my silly notion that it was only going to amount to an enjoyable "b" movie was demolished as the projectors rolled. Anyone who has not seen this movie yet simply must because it is fantastic. In any case, I plan on purchasing it on DVD the moment it becomes available. after our movie we drove back to Stephy's so that I could reclaim my instrument of ford power and be on my way, but, instead, Stephy was kind enough to invite me to a coffee house open mic/art display/informal concert gathering at a Unitarian fellowship building near Churchville that she was to attend later in the evening with her good friends Wes and Steve. I graciously accepted the generous offer, and we were soon on our way to the target and Aberdeen, the only safe one for the two of us, to kill some time until the ho-down was to begin. After immediately picking up a copy of Volcano High and Cabin Fever on DVD, I surprised myself with my untapped willpower by putting the two movies back and walking out of the store empty-handed. Pleased with my resistance to temptation, I sat looking out upon the blooming spring landscape and talking to Steph as she drove us to the shindig. I was expecting to enjoy myself while I was there, but the amount of excellence that was had was simply overwhelming. I had more fun and took more enjoyment out of the would-be concert than I could have ever anticipated. Excellent time. When it was all over, Ms. Stephy and I departed and returned to her abode whereupon it was time for us to truly part ways. As my damaged beauty whisked me away on her disfigured chassis, I thought a call to my good friend William would be in order so that I could make him aware of the wonderfulness of the day's events; but when I called him, I soon realized that the day was yet to end. There was a get together underway at young William’s home, so I obviously was obligated to join the festivities. Upon my arrival, I recounted the fabulous activities of the days to mi amigos and then, soon after, went on a mission with my good buddy Private Obitz. After trekking to Walgreen’s in Abingdon to purchase a motley assortment of trade goods, we made our way back to Will's with haste minus a stop a Seven-Eleven where I was to receive the ultimate gift of a free taquito. After the joy of the gift settled in and private Obitz and I were able to curb our euphoria, we returned to Will's for a short time before departing once more. I drove Derek home amidst a pleasantly foggy early morning and a delightfully stimulating conversation, and then, after depositing Mr. Obitz at his home, I was to finally make my way back to Towson where I would wrap myself in the solace that is blankets and pillows before drifting off to a dreamless sleep.
Thought of the day: if you receive several packs of free gum after leaving a movie, beware because the gum is probably free because it is horrible.
Farewell comrades.