College is a Drag...
so here is my attempt at what I hope to keep doing and get better at. Also, it kind of resembles der_wixxer's earlier posts.
“College is a drag!” I say to him as I stand outside the coffee shop, slowly puffing on a Camel Light.
“College is awesome man, the booze, the weed, the girls (for you anyway), and sleeping in until lunch everyday, you just can’t beat it!”
Kevin is a local who has traveled all around. He’s been to Germany and loved it, wants to go back.
It’s a cool April night, the square is buzzing with students pumped about finals fixing to end. (Mine are already done) The neon lights from the Pub bouncing off the cars parked below remind me of a strip club I was at last St. Patty’s day in Savannah. The older crowd that mills in and out of the coffee shop, Gallery Row, question the decisions made by the college kids to stay out drinking this late on a Tuesday night and wonder why they aren’t studying or sleeping.
One in particular old gentleman, who reminds me of my father, remarks, “Don’t these kids have class in the morning?” And in the same exchange with his aging wife, “Where do they get all the money that seems to keep the bars in business?”
Overhearing this conversation, I chime in, mumbling something to the effect of, “They don’t have bills, their rich parents pay for everything and if they have a job or class tomorrow morning they’ll either go in hungover or call in sick. I’ve done it too many times.”
He nods, disgusted by my last comment and walks off, cursing me under his breath. I finish my cig, walk back inside, grab my jacket and head for Millers. I’m craving a Vodka and Tonic. The drink and the conversation with Sarah, the bartender, who I have a crush on is always a good way to the night.
I wake the next morning, jaded, wondering how one Vodka and Tonic turned into six and also about how this brunette ended up in my bed. Kevin calls shortly after I wake to see what I’m doing for lunch.
“Jonathan, what’s the plan, I’ve only got an hour for lunch and noon and it’s already 11:45.”
“I just woke up, let me jump in the shower and I’ll meet you on the square.”
“A shower? Jonathan, you don’t have time and besides it’s just lunch.”
“I drank a little more than I planned last night,” I say lighting a cig on the front porch. “There’s a brunette in my bed that I’ve got to get out before I meet you”
“Great!” I hear in a sarcastic monotone that I’m used to by now. “Just do what you’ve gotta do and make it quick.”
He hangs up, I put out my half smoked Camel and head for the shower. He was right last night about college. I’m gonna miss it when I graduate. These crazy nights and lazy days are the pretty cool when it comes down to it.
“College is a drag!” I say to him as I stand outside the coffee shop, slowly puffing on a Camel Light.
“College is awesome man, the booze, the weed, the girls (for you anyway), and sleeping in until lunch everyday, you just can’t beat it!”
Kevin is a local who has traveled all around. He’s been to Germany and loved it, wants to go back.
It’s a cool April night, the square is buzzing with students pumped about finals fixing to end. (Mine are already done) The neon lights from the Pub bouncing off the cars parked below remind me of a strip club I was at last St. Patty’s day in Savannah. The older crowd that mills in and out of the coffee shop, Gallery Row, question the decisions made by the college kids to stay out drinking this late on a Tuesday night and wonder why they aren’t studying or sleeping.
One in particular old gentleman, who reminds me of my father, remarks, “Don’t these kids have class in the morning?” And in the same exchange with his aging wife, “Where do they get all the money that seems to keep the bars in business?”
Overhearing this conversation, I chime in, mumbling something to the effect of, “They don’t have bills, their rich parents pay for everything and if they have a job or class tomorrow morning they’ll either go in hungover or call in sick. I’ve done it too many times.”
He nods, disgusted by my last comment and walks off, cursing me under his breath. I finish my cig, walk back inside, grab my jacket and head for Millers. I’m craving a Vodka and Tonic. The drink and the conversation with Sarah, the bartender, who I have a crush on is always a good way to the night.
I wake the next morning, jaded, wondering how one Vodka and Tonic turned into six and also about how this brunette ended up in my bed. Kevin calls shortly after I wake to see what I’m doing for lunch.
“Jonathan, what’s the plan, I’ve only got an hour for lunch and noon and it’s already 11:45.”
“I just woke up, let me jump in the shower and I’ll meet you on the square.”
“A shower? Jonathan, you don’t have time and besides it’s just lunch.”
“I drank a little more than I planned last night,” I say lighting a cig on the front porch. “There’s a brunette in my bed that I’ve got to get out before I meet you”
“Great!” I hear in a sarcastic monotone that I’m used to by now. “Just do what you’ve gotta do and make it quick.”
He hangs up, I put out my half smoked Camel and head for the shower. He was right last night about college. I’m gonna miss it when I graduate. These crazy nights and lazy days are the pretty cool when it comes down to it.