The weekend and other things
Savannah is warm (hot), sunny (rainy today-good for my garden), humid (humid), peaceful (hectic) and generally good (sometimes bad). I miss you guys, the comraderie, the heckling, the chocolate (sh), the contra dancing, the phone system...wait, I don't miss that at all...
School is going by quickly, my first two classes are almost over, and I will be taking another one starting July 5. I was really bored at first because I only have class two days a week (all day) and they're pretty easy as far as classes go, but I have yet to secure a job for the fall (argh!).
Since I have so much free time I've started waitressing, and no one I work with is anywhere near as great as any of you. In fact, I would go as far as saying that no one goes beyond a "nice" rating, and there is (naturally) one guy that grates on me. I guess that's requisite in a restaurant.
John (Ramsburgh) called me last night and we decided to go out and call each other from the respective bars in our respective cities, in our respective states and act like we were being stood up by each other. We didn't actually play the scenario out, but John did call later and we both had a good time, he ran into Wally and I met two crazy guys and played darts....
in fact, since I have a captive audience I might as well tell you the whole story.
Side note: if you're ever in Savannah, get a drink at the American Legion bar, they serve all well drinks and domestic beer for $2 everyday, ladies night it's only $1. I think I might become an alcoholic.
Set up:
I went to the Legion after John called, and ended up in a conversation with the bar tender and two disparent guys who were at the bar, one heavyset scruffy guy about 40, the other an art student about my age. They were nice enough, but an odd couple to say the least. The older guy's wife was out of town, and the younger guy's girlfriend was working. So after a round of pool these two guys and I go to the older guy's house to play darts on his porch... everything is cool, he has a bunch of pork he's going to grill for us, and I can sober up before I drive home.
Background:
In Savannah there are street sweepers, if your car is parked in a sweep zone on the specified night you will get a ticket, but only if you don't move your car before the ticket giving truck that folows after the sweeper shows up. So if you hear the sweeper, you just might have time to move your car before you get a ticket (if you hurry)
On to the story:
Patrick, the young guy parked in the sweep zone, and dashed out from our game of darts to move his car as the sweeper machine passed by, as we watched from the balcony not one, but two white ticket trucks swarm like flies around the various unfortunately parked cars along the sweeper route. Patrick is dashing, but one of the trucks pulls up (skipping a car she should ticket), just in time to take his liscense tag down.
More background:
apparently Charlie has an anger problem
Climax:
Charlie then rips into her from the balcony, it is 2 am. Cussing and heckling, using all kinds of inapropriate (sexist, racist) language at the top of his 250 pound lungs. This is a residential street, with row houses, and we're in an apartment building mind you.
This goes on for 5-10 minutes, because the professional city employee argues back, at the top of her lungs, from the street below.
At this point I went inside and sat, mortified, on the couch.
Moral of the story:
Don't go home with strangers you meet at bars, even if it is the American Legion.
Resolution:
Patrick apologized to the city employee while Charlie was still yelling, accepted the ticket, and came upstairs. Charlie took about 20 minutes to stop smoking from the ears. Tori, Patrick's girlfriend met up with us and we all enjoyed a competitive game of darts and some tasty meat. I drove home sober, and look forward to spending more time with Tori and Patrick, but probably not Charlie.
So how was your weekend?
School is going by quickly, my first two classes are almost over, and I will be taking another one starting July 5. I was really bored at first because I only have class two days a week (all day) and they're pretty easy as far as classes go, but I have yet to secure a job for the fall (argh!).
Since I have so much free time I've started waitressing, and no one I work with is anywhere near as great as any of you. In fact, I would go as far as saying that no one goes beyond a "nice" rating, and there is (naturally) one guy that grates on me. I guess that's requisite in a restaurant.
John (Ramsburgh) called me last night and we decided to go out and call each other from the respective bars in our respective cities, in our respective states and act like we were being stood up by each other. We didn't actually play the scenario out, but John did call later and we both had a good time, he ran into Wally and I met two crazy guys and played darts....
in fact, since I have a captive audience I might as well tell you the whole story.
Side note: if you're ever in Savannah, get a drink at the American Legion bar, they serve all well drinks and domestic beer for $2 everyday, ladies night it's only $1. I think I might become an alcoholic.
Set up:
I went to the Legion after John called, and ended up in a conversation with the bar tender and two disparent guys who were at the bar, one heavyset scruffy guy about 40, the other an art student about my age. They were nice enough, but an odd couple to say the least. The older guy's wife was out of town, and the younger guy's girlfriend was working. So after a round of pool these two guys and I go to the older guy's house to play darts on his porch... everything is cool, he has a bunch of pork he's going to grill for us, and I can sober up before I drive home.
Background:
In Savannah there are street sweepers, if your car is parked in a sweep zone on the specified night you will get a ticket, but only if you don't move your car before the ticket giving truck that folows after the sweeper shows up. So if you hear the sweeper, you just might have time to move your car before you get a ticket (if you hurry)
On to the story:
Patrick, the young guy parked in the sweep zone, and dashed out from our game of darts to move his car as the sweeper machine passed by, as we watched from the balcony not one, but two white ticket trucks swarm like flies around the various unfortunately parked cars along the sweeper route. Patrick is dashing, but one of the trucks pulls up (skipping a car she should ticket), just in time to take his liscense tag down.
More background:
apparently Charlie has an anger problem
Climax:
Charlie then rips into her from the balcony, it is 2 am. Cussing and heckling, using all kinds of inapropriate (sexist, racist) language at the top of his 250 pound lungs. This is a residential street, with row houses, and we're in an apartment building mind you.
This goes on for 5-10 minutes, because the professional city employee argues back, at the top of her lungs, from the street below.
At this point I went inside and sat, mortified, on the couch.
Moral of the story:
Don't go home with strangers you meet at bars, even if it is the American Legion.
Resolution:
Patrick apologized to the city employee while Charlie was still yelling, accepted the ticket, and came upstairs. Charlie took about 20 minutes to stop smoking from the ears. Tori, Patrick's girlfriend met up with us and we all enjoyed a competitive game of darts and some tasty meat. I drove home sober, and look forward to spending more time with Tori and Patrick, but probably not Charlie.
So how was your weekend?