Claire and the Weird Kid
I haven't been around lately. Too much has been going on. Hopefully I'll be able to make up for it over time, though...
Anyway, Wednesday night I went out with some of my coworkers to see another coworker's band, Reeb. The most notable coworkers are Claire and The Weird Kid.
Maybe I should explain each of these characters in more detail...
Claire is the awesomest girl. We should hang out a lot more. She's a cook at my night job. She's also been lucky enough to have been involved in several of my drunken incidents over the past year, including the second time I ever vomited in a car and the adventure on the East Side that did't end up at a strip club. I don't think I've added either of these stories, yet, but rest assured I will be sure to add these soon ;) Claire makes sure I don't die, but in a non-motherly way.
The Weird Kid just showed up a month or two ago. His real name is Jasin, and he's some kind of artist or actor, or maybe performance artist. He makes art surrounding pictures of his teeth and stuff. Right now he's in this thing that I thought was a play, but may have been performance art. I can never figure performance art out at all. He's got crazy hair, but I think it's just because he doesn't brush it.
So we headed out to Fredericks, where Reeb was playing. The coolest thing about this venue is their beer gardenish outdoor area, which is filled with abstract art-like things. There are shoes, toilets, knicknacks, bizarre chairs, and, my favorite... two wheelchairs!! Claire declined a wheelchair, so The Weird Kid and I took them over to sit and drink beer in. yum, beer in a wheelchair... soo sweet when you have legs... Unfortunately, one of the wheels on my chair didn't work. grrrrrr to driving in circles.
We found out that Reeb wasn't playing at 9:30 or 10 like we'd anticipated, but instead at 11:30. The opening acts weren't very good. Oh well, time to leave for an adventure to Shop n' Save so Claire could get more money (no credit card tabs there). While out, Claire and I got some presents for people. We got Jen some blue sparkly silly putty, got Paul (whom I ALWAYS call Todd) some gummi bears, and got Weird Kid some handcuffs. Weird Kid wore the handcuffs all night - it was beautiful. I think he may have spent part of the evening handcuffed to Claire, too, but I was inebriated, so I don't really remember all that much. I do remember looking down people's shirts, grabbing my coworkers (and my boss') boobs, and Reeb singing a song about "sleeping with your sister."
After the show, we hadn't had enough to drink. Surprise. So we tried to go to Arena Liquor, but it was closed. We had to go to Amoco, which was fine by me. We lost The Weird Kid for a while, but he went the wrong way on an exit ramp and got back to us pretty quickly. I thought Weird Kid drove a stick shift, but then I saw him driving with one leg hanging out the window. Did I mention the Weird Kid is from New Jersey?
We went to The Weird Kid's apartment in U. City, where we drank the beer, looked at a bunch of art, played with (and got bit or maybe clawed by) the bunny, and then met The Weird Kid's roommate, who is also an artist. Oddly, their apartment is somewhat sparse. I would expect stuff to be everywhere, on the walls and stuff, right? The walls were quite bare. His roommate had gotten a ticket on the way home and was in no mood to sit around and chat, so we three left and went on a walk around U. City. We walked pretty far, too, and found a cement couch to sit and play on. I tried to read a star on the U. City Walk of Who The Hell Are These People, but it turns out that even though I thought I knew who that guy was, I was wrong. So I gave up.
We finally made it back to The Weird Kid's apartment, and Claire and I were both really tired so we passed out on the couches. For some reason the window in the living room was open. Claire and I nearly froze in our sleep. All 3 or so hours of sleep. I'd forgotten that Claire and the Weird Kid both had to work the next day - whoops! At 9:22, in walked the Weird Kid to wake us up, saying "get up and go away, you're interrupting my snooze time! snooze! snooze! ah! my nipples! it's fucking cold in here!"
Then he ran away to get a blanket. He walked back in wrapped in the blanket like a baby in a bunting. I tried to stay asleep throughout the noise he made and mostly won, when I could tell there was something behind me. I hoped it wasn't the bunny. IT WAS JESUS!! Oh no, wait, it was the Weird Kid - he has crazy hair, though it's probably just crazy because he's never brushed it. That's fine, though - it suits him quite well. I never noticed until then how much the Weird Kid looks like Jesus...
More on Claire and The Weird Kid another time, as I am too tired from work to write any more now.
Anyway, Wednesday night I went out with some of my coworkers to see another coworker's band, Reeb. The most notable coworkers are Claire and The Weird Kid.
Maybe I should explain each of these characters in more detail...
Claire is the awesomest girl. We should hang out a lot more. She's a cook at my night job. She's also been lucky enough to have been involved in several of my drunken incidents over the past year, including the second time I ever vomited in a car and the adventure on the East Side that did't end up at a strip club. I don't think I've added either of these stories, yet, but rest assured I will be sure to add these soon ;) Claire makes sure I don't die, but in a non-motherly way.
The Weird Kid just showed up a month or two ago. His real name is Jasin, and he's some kind of artist or actor, or maybe performance artist. He makes art surrounding pictures of his teeth and stuff. Right now he's in this thing that I thought was a play, but may have been performance art. I can never figure performance art out at all. He's got crazy hair, but I think it's just because he doesn't brush it.
So we headed out to Fredericks, where Reeb was playing. The coolest thing about this venue is their beer gardenish outdoor area, which is filled with abstract art-like things. There are shoes, toilets, knicknacks, bizarre chairs, and, my favorite... two wheelchairs!! Claire declined a wheelchair, so The Weird Kid and I took them over to sit and drink beer in. yum, beer in a wheelchair... soo sweet when you have legs... Unfortunately, one of the wheels on my chair didn't work. grrrrrr to driving in circles.
We found out that Reeb wasn't playing at 9:30 or 10 like we'd anticipated, but instead at 11:30. The opening acts weren't very good. Oh well, time to leave for an adventure to Shop n' Save so Claire could get more money (no credit card tabs there). While out, Claire and I got some presents for people. We got Jen some blue sparkly silly putty, got Paul (whom I ALWAYS call Todd) some gummi bears, and got Weird Kid some handcuffs. Weird Kid wore the handcuffs all night - it was beautiful. I think he may have spent part of the evening handcuffed to Claire, too, but I was inebriated, so I don't really remember all that much. I do remember looking down people's shirts, grabbing my coworkers (and my boss') boobs, and Reeb singing a song about "sleeping with your sister."
After the show, we hadn't had enough to drink. Surprise. So we tried to go to Arena Liquor, but it was closed. We had to go to Amoco, which was fine by me. We lost The Weird Kid for a while, but he went the wrong way on an exit ramp and got back to us pretty quickly. I thought Weird Kid drove a stick shift, but then I saw him driving with one leg hanging out the window. Did I mention the Weird Kid is from New Jersey?
We went to The Weird Kid's apartment in U. City, where we drank the beer, looked at a bunch of art, played with (and got bit or maybe clawed by) the bunny, and then met The Weird Kid's roommate, who is also an artist. Oddly, their apartment is somewhat sparse. I would expect stuff to be everywhere, on the walls and stuff, right? The walls were quite bare. His roommate had gotten a ticket on the way home and was in no mood to sit around and chat, so we three left and went on a walk around U. City. We walked pretty far, too, and found a cement couch to sit and play on. I tried to read a star on the U. City Walk of Who The Hell Are These People, but it turns out that even though I thought I knew who that guy was, I was wrong. So I gave up.
We finally made it back to The Weird Kid's apartment, and Claire and I were both really tired so we passed out on the couches. For some reason the window in the living room was open. Claire and I nearly froze in our sleep. All 3 or so hours of sleep. I'd forgotten that Claire and the Weird Kid both had to work the next day - whoops! At 9:22, in walked the Weird Kid to wake us up, saying "get up and go away, you're interrupting my snooze time! snooze! snooze! ah! my nipples! it's fucking cold in here!"
Then he ran away to get a blanket. He walked back in wrapped in the blanket like a baby in a bunting. I tried to stay asleep throughout the noise he made and mostly won, when I could tell there was something behind me. I hoped it wasn't the bunny. IT WAS JESUS!! Oh no, wait, it was the Weird Kid - he has crazy hair, though it's probably just crazy because he's never brushed it. That's fine, though - it suits him quite well. I never noticed until then how much the Weird Kid looks like Jesus...
More on Claire and The Weird Kid another time, as I am too tired from work to write any more now.