"In a parallel line next to Kristen"
So unless I go out to my favorite country bar line dancing, I really don't go out. It's not that I'm being anti-social, I just am not a huge fan of the drinking scene, especially in a town such as Orlando where almost no one can be trusted dowtown. Either way, it was my roomates 21st Birthday last night, and away to dollar drinks at a three story bar we go! I celebrated my 23rd birthday and remembered my 21st...I immediately decided to be her caretaker. Let's just say this...it was a bit ridiculous.
There was beer pong on the second floor, huge slushie machine with dollar drinks on the first, and an outside bar on the rooftop. The middle bar was my favorite because they played good tunes like DMB and more chill music. This is where we ended up actually meeting Mike. See Mike was the guy in the red shirt who couldn't get to his friends downstairs because of the crowd so my friend and I interveened in the flow of obnoxious people traffic for him to pass. Mike, on the second floor, now has a distinctive English accent and is fun to listen to...but rather hard to understand. The conversation lulls and then...BOOM! Bring up soccer! Haha Americans are so steryotyping! But it worked. He bought my friend and I a beer and rambled about going to see the shuttle launch??? It's not a big deal to us since we live in FL, but he was amused. We told him to go. He gave us his e-mail in case we ever wanted to tour England. I think he was less than pleased with my "well when my boyfriend gets back maybe we'll come" comment. He took a few shots and made his way upstairs. Haha. What is it with guys thinking that just because you carry on an actual conversation with a girl at a bar that she wants to kiss you. Sorry Mikey, not the case. However, the now completely drunken birthday-girl-roomate did kiss him last night. Along with a few others before I was able to pry her from the bar and get her on her way back to the car.
You ever bet a drunk person they couldn't do something? Yeah, shame on you. And shame on the fool who said Kristen would not streak around our neighboorhood. At this point I am thinking of OldSchool....And why I am reliving the life of college students...oh yes. I have them as roomates. I almost forgot. I lose the heels and go chasing after now two thong-only wearing 21 year olds. They are headed to our neighbor a block away. BAD IDEA. I pull a linebacker move on the birthday girl and send her home like a puppy with her tail between her legs. Until she decides she can still run home. Nice...anyways I didn't know that the defensive end move created a bloody knee cap...yup, cleaned that out of the carpet last night after dressing, feeding, and putting the crazies to bed. 5am rolls around and I hit my pillow. I'm not even hung over because I only have a couple drinks...that would be nicer...my body is in shock. Oh yes, I had to carry her on across my shoulder once, I forgot to mention...and all in heels.
So here I sit at work wishing I could just go home and go to bed. It was just too exhausting, I very well could be a dino. On a different note, I have been listening to Irish Punk lately...ya know with bagpies and cool accents. Anyone have some good downloads? I really like Irish Pubs. I wish we had gone to one of those last night. You can't drink nothing but cranberry juice at an Irish Pub and feel as if you are a drunk having fun in the middle of a beer garden. It's great. I wish we had a cool Irish Bar here. Oh well, back to the line dancing bar for my social outings.
For a more contemplative comment, two nights ago I watched The Sixth Sense again, for the first time in quite a while. Now I was a psych undergrad, but we really didn't go into free associative writing all that much. Has anyone ever done that? How do you get you mind not to think about what you are writing but make your hand still write? / \ / \ / \ / \ / \ / \ / \ / \ / \ / \ / \ / \ / \ / \ / \ / sorry for the interruption...my place of employment is conviently located next to a practice basketball gymnasium for the university....it gets taken over by hords of cheerleading teams for summer camps this time of year. oh the shrills! I was a cheerleader so I am not knocking it, but man I forgot how annoying some cheerleaders can be! --------------------back to free association writing. I tried it once about four years ago and just couldn't "let my mind go" if you will. Maybe I'll read up on it. Maybe.
There was beer pong on the second floor, huge slushie machine with dollar drinks on the first, and an outside bar on the rooftop. The middle bar was my favorite because they played good tunes like DMB and more chill music. This is where we ended up actually meeting Mike. See Mike was the guy in the red shirt who couldn't get to his friends downstairs because of the crowd so my friend and I interveened in the flow of obnoxious people traffic for him to pass. Mike, on the second floor, now has a distinctive English accent and is fun to listen to...but rather hard to understand. The conversation lulls and then...BOOM! Bring up soccer! Haha Americans are so steryotyping! But it worked. He bought my friend and I a beer and rambled about going to see the shuttle launch??? It's not a big deal to us since we live in FL, but he was amused. We told him to go. He gave us his e-mail in case we ever wanted to tour England. I think he was less than pleased with my "well when my boyfriend gets back maybe we'll come" comment. He took a few shots and made his way upstairs. Haha. What is it with guys thinking that just because you carry on an actual conversation with a girl at a bar that she wants to kiss you. Sorry Mikey, not the case. However, the now completely drunken birthday-girl-roomate did kiss him last night. Along with a few others before I was able to pry her from the bar and get her on her way back to the car.
You ever bet a drunk person they couldn't do something? Yeah, shame on you. And shame on the fool who said Kristen would not streak around our neighboorhood. At this point I am thinking of OldSchool....And why I am reliving the life of college students...oh yes. I have them as roomates. I almost forgot. I lose the heels and go chasing after now two thong-only wearing 21 year olds. They are headed to our neighbor a block away. BAD IDEA. I pull a linebacker move on the birthday girl and send her home like a puppy with her tail between her legs. Until she decides she can still run home. Nice...anyways I didn't know that the defensive end move created a bloody knee cap...yup, cleaned that out of the carpet last night after dressing, feeding, and putting the crazies to bed. 5am rolls around and I hit my pillow. I'm not even hung over because I only have a couple drinks...that would be nicer...my body is in shock. Oh yes, I had to carry her on across my shoulder once, I forgot to mention...and all in heels.
So here I sit at work wishing I could just go home and go to bed. It was just too exhausting, I very well could be a dino. On a different note, I have been listening to Irish Punk lately...ya know with bagpies and cool accents. Anyone have some good downloads? I really like Irish Pubs. I wish we had gone to one of those last night. You can't drink nothing but cranberry juice at an Irish Pub and feel as if you are a drunk having fun in the middle of a beer garden. It's great. I wish we had a cool Irish Bar here. Oh well, back to the line dancing bar for my social outings.
For a more contemplative comment, two nights ago I watched The Sixth Sense again, for the first time in quite a while. Now I was a psych undergrad, but we really didn't go into free associative writing all that much. Has anyone ever done that? How do you get you mind not to think about what you are writing but make your hand still write? / \ / \ / \ / \ / \ / \ / \ / \ / \ / \ / \ / \ / \ / \ / \ / sorry for the interruption...my place of employment is conviently located next to a practice basketball gymnasium for the university....it gets taken over by hords of cheerleading teams for summer camps this time of year. oh the shrills! I was a cheerleader so I am not knocking it, but man I forgot how annoying some cheerleaders can be! --------------------back to free association writing. I tried it once about four years ago and just couldn't "let my mind go" if you will. Maybe I'll read up on it. Maybe.