down the rabbit hole, indeed.
So, i haven't written in a while. But I had a really memorable evening last night. Our friend Antoney, and his girlfriend Sarah were in town, so Poorav and I went out with them. The four of us usually have a good time together, and I had been looking forward to the evening all week. The plan was to go out to eat, go out to dance, and then basically crash. So phase one, eating went well. We had lebanese, which was fantastic. It was still too early to get to the club, so we hung out at Antoney's house for a bit before heading downtown. We get to the club, park, navigate our way through prostitutes and the gyro man's stall, only to realize that the club was closed. boo that. So then we went to another place, which was open, but not really hoppin. And you know me, I only go if it's hoppin. So post-joy-riding in Antoney's mustang...yes....mustang...we decided to rent a movie and watch it back at his place. Three video stores were visited, and all three were closed by the time we reached there. We finally found a 24 hour rental, only to be smacked in the face with the smell of shit as we entered, and then later harassed by the overly pierced, effectively creepy clerk at the counter. FINALLY we get back to Antoney's freezing house, watch "Mrs. Henderson Presents," andc enjoy ourselves. After the movie, Antoney was about to drop us back to my place, only to realize that he couldn't find his keys, which were located 15 minutes later still inside the backdoor.
It gets better. On our way to campus, Antoney got pulled over for some trumped up charge, by a cop who clearly had nothing better to do at 3:30 in the morning. He asked us all sorts of questions, including how much alcohol we had consumed. So Antoney passes his "oh no! i'm drunk!" test and gets let off with a warning. silliness, i tell you.
Poorav and I are finally home, about to go to bed, when, unexpectedly, the fire alarm goes off. I love when this happens, everyone just thinks its a drill, and no one takes it seriously. Good thing we took it seriously, though. After standing outside in the cold, rainy, drizzle of the morning for twenty minutes, we learned that some idiot on the fourth floor set something on fire and the smoke alarm went off. The perfect end to the perfectly UNPERFECT evening. At least it was memorable.
This was really inarticulate. i don't care. i'm overworked, underpaid, and in friendship withdrawal. deal.
It gets better. On our way to campus, Antoney got pulled over for some trumped up charge, by a cop who clearly had nothing better to do at 3:30 in the morning. He asked us all sorts of questions, including how much alcohol we had consumed. So Antoney passes his "oh no! i'm drunk!" test and gets let off with a warning. silliness, i tell you.
Poorav and I are finally home, about to go to bed, when, unexpectedly, the fire alarm goes off. I love when this happens, everyone just thinks its a drill, and no one takes it seriously. Good thing we took it seriously, though. After standing outside in the cold, rainy, drizzle of the morning for twenty minutes, we learned that some idiot on the fourth floor set something on fire and the smoke alarm went off. The perfect end to the perfectly UNPERFECT evening. At least it was memorable.
This was really inarticulate. i don't care. i'm overworked, underpaid, and in friendship withdrawal. deal.