something that happened last week
after talking with whereismyjumpsuit earlier in the week, we decided to meet for drinks and a show at the earl. her friend justin would come too, making the outing an interesting threesome, because sometimes when it's just us, we get too quiet. we need a third wheel to keep us rolling.
it was cold with the high winds and all, so the wind chill was even worse than what a thermometer registered. we collected at the earl, but when noticing no seats, walked to gravity. noticing still no seats, walked to the flatiron. we jumped at a corner section of the bar, prime location for talk and looking. it felt moreso warm than usually, after being outside for those five minutes. justin, who had quit drinking a year before, helped himself to a guinness. i lit a smoke. (i rarely smoke). whereismyjumpsuit started laughing at the absurdity of the events, and i excused it by saying, "well, it is friday the 13th, you know." she took this as a valid excuse. justin justified his drinking saying he would only do so, from this point on, on a friday that is a 13th.
the individuals working the bar were attractive tattooed girls. forgot how tempting the attraction they gave. it's something about the bad girl image that makes me tense. just seeing them fills me with a sexual anxiety that's hard to explain. it's all in the tattooes really, the permanent pictures.
saw tiger! tiger! later. what's on stage? two tattooed girls.
it was cold with the high winds and all, so the wind chill was even worse than what a thermometer registered. we collected at the earl, but when noticing no seats, walked to gravity. noticing still no seats, walked to the flatiron. we jumped at a corner section of the bar, prime location for talk and looking. it felt moreso warm than usually, after being outside for those five minutes. justin, who had quit drinking a year before, helped himself to a guinness. i lit a smoke. (i rarely smoke). whereismyjumpsuit started laughing at the absurdity of the events, and i excused it by saying, "well, it is friday the 13th, you know." she took this as a valid excuse. justin justified his drinking saying he would only do so, from this point on, on a friday that is a 13th.
the individuals working the bar were attractive tattooed girls. forgot how tempting the attraction they gave. it's something about the bad girl image that makes me tense. just seeing them fills me with a sexual anxiety that's hard to explain. it's all in the tattooes really, the permanent pictures.
saw tiger! tiger! later. what's on stage? two tattooed girls.