Repeat what you've said before (but only if you're up to it)
Two small dopey heads peek up from the booth behind me and try to pick up curse words. We're at Cici's (allyoucaneatforonlythreeninetynine); me with a salad because Paymon needs more material for gay jokes, Matt bitching about me not driving him home to change his shirt, and enough perversion between the three of us to give George Carlin a run for his money. Matt had a scheme to get $50 and a bad haircut from the Gaylord Texas Resort and Hotel (we ran jokes to the ground). I promised the boys a graphic death on the way--me driving them off the Grapevine dam.
Finding parking was frustrating, mainly because there was no way in hell I was going to pay eight dollars for parking. We quickly gave up and rationalized the fee as an investment into our future fortune.
Turns out Matt left out one very important detail. Running the event was a hair-modeling agency, not a barber school. We would get the $50 if we were chosen from the room-full of applicants, with their faceshotsand perfect skin and brand-name clothing. Fuck them.
So me and Paymon, we of course had to give Matt hell, because that's what friends do. Matt played the ignorance card. We played the "youareastupidskank" card. Really, I was only pissed that I would have to pay eight dollars for twenty-minute parking. However, thanks to a few smooth words and my boyish charm, I talked my way out of paying (really, it was just a nice lady working at the booth).
I'm going to IKEA tomorrow, to help Paymon pick out bedroom furniture. I haven't been there since I lived in New Jersey. I remember it being massive and boring. Back then, all I wanted to do was play Final Fantasy VII and sleep in front of the downstair's ventilator grille, underneath the kitchen counter.
Finding parking was frustrating, mainly because there was no way in hell I was going to pay eight dollars for parking. We quickly gave up and rationalized the fee as an investment into our future fortune.
Turns out Matt left out one very important detail. Running the event was a hair-modeling agency, not a barber school. We would get the $50 if we were chosen from the room-full of applicants, with their faceshotsand perfect skin and brand-name clothing. Fuck them.
So me and Paymon, we of course had to give Matt hell, because that's what friends do. Matt played the ignorance card. We played the "youareastupidskank" card. Really, I was only pissed that I would have to pay eight dollars for twenty-minute parking. However, thanks to a few smooth words and my boyish charm, I talked my way out of paying (really, it was just a nice lady working at the booth).
I'm going to IKEA tomorrow, to help Paymon pick out bedroom furniture. I haven't been there since I lived in New Jersey. I remember it being massive and boring. Back then, all I wanted to do was play Final Fantasy VII and sleep in front of the downstair's ventilator grille, underneath the kitchen counter.