D.U.I.
What a morning. I’ve had no time to really be miserable because I’ve actually been working. Spending a lot of time with that consultant guy whose laptop turned into a nightmare yesterday. Damn, he’s good looking. He also asked me as a personal favor to copy his personal files over to his new machine. I was quite shocked to find Dashboard Confessional in his iTunes. It is love after all.
I am sure he won’t mind if I also copy the 6 gigs worth of music he has for myself too. I’ll consider it a small payment for services rendered.
Last night was off the hook. We went to Fernando’s and ate. Afterwards we decided to go next door to Finley Dunn’s. To be honest I really didn’t give a shit at any point that I was in a straight bar. I used to get really anxious about such situations but it didn’t cross my mind much until someone brought it up. Jennifer’s friend (and Lynn’s boss’s wife) is quite the talker. I was irritated several times in the evening that getting a word in edge wise was an impossibility with her yap going and going and going.
At one point she starts lecturing me about safe sex saying it pisses her off because someday I’ll get AIDs and then protest that not enough tax dollars are being spent on age research. ”It’s the most preventable disease in the world. It’s so stupid to me how people can be ignorant about it when it’s their own fault.” etc etc. Yea, don’t lecture me cunt as you’re sitting there smoking, putting yourself at risk for lung cancer. When I pointed this out to her she’s like ”Well, it doesn’t affect other people.” Um, ever heard of second-hand smoke?
I basically said the smoking thing to egg her on. I personally don’t give a shit and I told her if I did get HIV that it’d be my own issue and I wouldn’t want any of her fucking tax money to help me. She couldn’t keep her mouth shut though and brought it up about every five minutes for the duration of the night. Focus on your own problems and your own ignorance and don’t presume anything about me or mine. Ok? Good....
We ended up all getting pretty nicely plastered. Jennifer introduced me to the Orange Whip. I was the only man in the bar not drinking beer. At one point when my glass was empty Lynn called the bar wench over and said ”He needs another foo-foo fruity drink.” Oy. Then she tried sticking this nasty, beer-soaked dollar down my pants and then slapped it on my forehead. Real mature. LOL!
Then the guy who had called me about my first job interview way back in October showed up. I had never actually met him, only talked on the phone and then interviewed with a coworker of his. He told me some line about how they are still not ready to hire but my name was on the top of the list. Something about his physical appearance I didn’t like and Lynn’s claws came out almost immediately. It didn’t help that when she found out who he was (through her boss whom he was also friends with) he made a comment about thinking she was a 68-year-old woman.
It was beyond obvious this guy was attracted to her. His body language was as plain as Dearest is a fruitcake. When he came over to B.S. about the job thing, Lynn sat there rolling her eyes and shaking her head and interjected with a talk-to-the-hand jutted out over the table ”Well, he’s already got something in the works.” She just hated this guy. And I thought she was going to blow a gasket when her husband told him that he could come down to the burbs anytime for drinks. It was hilarious. ”You know, we have the parades and the malls.”
I wanted to leave at ten, we didn’t walk out of there until close to eleven. Blitzed of course. We were heading back the few blocks to my place and her husband peeled out around a corner to show off and a cop was right behind us, pulled us over half a block from my apartment. Lynn’s shoving a bottle of Listerine in his face, telling him to chug some, ”Swallow it. SWALLOW it!” He gets out of the car which you’re totally not supposed to do when a cop pulls you over. The other officer was over on our side shining the light in on us. Lynn confessing she was far more plastered and wouldn’t be able to drive after the cop asked. Then he wanted to know what my deal was.. ”Oh, I just live right there. They were driving me home.”
They should have said they were crashing with me and were looking for a spot, but Lynn came back with ”Oh yea, we’re going back to my gay friend’s for a three-way. That would have worked.” LOL!
The cops were very cool... the coolest I’ve ever encountered, and let us go. Saved from a DUI this time.
I guess it’s been a while since I’ve even had to worry about it, but I used to drive intoxicated all the time when I was younger. I was even pulled over once or twice speeding while I was, and the cops were none the wiser. But, her husband was just so freaked about the whole thing he blew any chance of faking it. He even called me this morning to apologize because he felt like an asshole. Bah! I’m still alive so no biggie.
I passed out pretty quickly. Didn’t take my contacts out because I knew I’d have no time to put them in this morning. My stomach was aching, my eyes were crusty and I generally felt like complete shit. I get outside and it’s subzero. I was pretty well bundled up but I don’t have a scarf so my face was falling off by the time I got here. It’s still a little funky feeling right now. And I’ve got a compelling need to watch 'The Day After Tomorrow'.
This day is still dragging even with all the work I’ve had. I’d like to setup my new cell today but it’ll be rough with 'Big Sister' lurking about. Luckily, he realizes I am doing a lot today and has left me alone. He did his own running around acting busy this morning. Going from office to office basically, talking about the email server being fucked up yesterday and whatever else he could make up. He’s like a little kid that mocks what he sees.
All I can say is that I cannot wait to get out of here. I love Fridays.
I am sure he won’t mind if I also copy the 6 gigs worth of music he has for myself too. I’ll consider it a small payment for services rendered.
Last night was off the hook. We went to Fernando’s and ate. Afterwards we decided to go next door to Finley Dunn’s. To be honest I really didn’t give a shit at any point that I was in a straight bar. I used to get really anxious about such situations but it didn’t cross my mind much until someone brought it up. Jennifer’s friend (and Lynn’s boss’s wife) is quite the talker. I was irritated several times in the evening that getting a word in edge wise was an impossibility with her yap going and going and going.
At one point she starts lecturing me about safe sex saying it pisses her off because someday I’ll get AIDs and then protest that not enough tax dollars are being spent on age research. ”It’s the most preventable disease in the world. It’s so stupid to me how people can be ignorant about it when it’s their own fault.” etc etc. Yea, don’t lecture me cunt as you’re sitting there smoking, putting yourself at risk for lung cancer. When I pointed this out to her she’s like ”Well, it doesn’t affect other people.” Um, ever heard of second-hand smoke?
I basically said the smoking thing to egg her on. I personally don’t give a shit and I told her if I did get HIV that it’d be my own issue and I wouldn’t want any of her fucking tax money to help me. She couldn’t keep her mouth shut though and brought it up about every five minutes for the duration of the night. Focus on your own problems and your own ignorance and don’t presume anything about me or mine. Ok? Good....
We ended up all getting pretty nicely plastered. Jennifer introduced me to the Orange Whip. I was the only man in the bar not drinking beer. At one point when my glass was empty Lynn called the bar wench over and said ”He needs another foo-foo fruity drink.” Oy. Then she tried sticking this nasty, beer-soaked dollar down my pants and then slapped it on my forehead. Real mature. LOL!
Then the guy who had called me about my first job interview way back in October showed up. I had never actually met him, only talked on the phone and then interviewed with a coworker of his. He told me some line about how they are still not ready to hire but my name was on the top of the list. Something about his physical appearance I didn’t like and Lynn’s claws came out almost immediately. It didn’t help that when she found out who he was (through her boss whom he was also friends with) he made a comment about thinking she was a 68-year-old woman.
It was beyond obvious this guy was attracted to her. His body language was as plain as Dearest is a fruitcake. When he came over to B.S. about the job thing, Lynn sat there rolling her eyes and shaking her head and interjected with a talk-to-the-hand jutted out over the table ”Well, he’s already got something in the works.” She just hated this guy. And I thought she was going to blow a gasket when her husband told him that he could come down to the burbs anytime for drinks. It was hilarious. ”You know, we have the parades and the malls.”
I wanted to leave at ten, we didn’t walk out of there until close to eleven. Blitzed of course. We were heading back the few blocks to my place and her husband peeled out around a corner to show off and a cop was right behind us, pulled us over half a block from my apartment. Lynn’s shoving a bottle of Listerine in his face, telling him to chug some, ”Swallow it. SWALLOW it!” He gets out of the car which you’re totally not supposed to do when a cop pulls you over. The other officer was over on our side shining the light in on us. Lynn confessing she was far more plastered and wouldn’t be able to drive after the cop asked. Then he wanted to know what my deal was.. ”Oh, I just live right there. They were driving me home.”
They should have said they were crashing with me and were looking for a spot, but Lynn came back with ”Oh yea, we’re going back to my gay friend’s for a three-way. That would have worked.” LOL!
The cops were very cool... the coolest I’ve ever encountered, and let us go. Saved from a DUI this time.
I guess it’s been a while since I’ve even had to worry about it, but I used to drive intoxicated all the time when I was younger. I was even pulled over once or twice speeding while I was, and the cops were none the wiser. But, her husband was just so freaked about the whole thing he blew any chance of faking it. He even called me this morning to apologize because he felt like an asshole. Bah! I’m still alive so no biggie.
I passed out pretty quickly. Didn’t take my contacts out because I knew I’d have no time to put them in this morning. My stomach was aching, my eyes were crusty and I generally felt like complete shit. I get outside and it’s subzero. I was pretty well bundled up but I don’t have a scarf so my face was falling off by the time I got here. It’s still a little funky feeling right now. And I’ve got a compelling need to watch 'The Day After Tomorrow'.
This day is still dragging even with all the work I’ve had. I’d like to setup my new cell today but it’ll be rough with 'Big Sister' lurking about. Luckily, he realizes I am doing a lot today and has left me alone. He did his own running around acting busy this morning. Going from office to office basically, talking about the email server being fucked up yesterday and whatever else he could make up. He’s like a little kid that mocks what he sees.
All I can say is that I cannot wait to get out of here. I love Fridays.