Cha Cha, fries, Abba, and domestic violence
It's approaching 230 am and while i am happy to be awake at this fine hour, it is not how my evening was supposed to go. at 1130, just 3 short hours ago, i was falling asleep in my bed, comfy in pajamas, snuggled under a blanket. then the shouting started, which isn't anything to be startled about, being on capitol hill, drunkards tend to walk by a decent amount. But this shouting was of a different nature. It was of the fucked up relationship genre. He's begging her to stay, she's trying to leave. It's actually kinda comical...UNTIL he tackles her and starts practically strangling her. At this point they have my attention. ALL my attention. So of course i can't Not call 911. About ten minutes later i find myself fully dressed talking to a police officer in the street below my apartment. The guy and girl have both taken off, one chasing the other. The cops can't find them. Nothing comes of any of this...until about 3 hours later...
In between i get a text from wes...go have a couple drinks at the cha cha (i figured i was awake so why not), met lots of people on the walk to and from the bar. Had the BEST fries i've had in a long time by sampling random passerby's goodies...they are really good and i will remember them for future, more drunken evenings...
After the bar closes, i walk home, only to find that asshole guy, the one who tackled his girlfriend and beat on her across the street from my apartment, screaming into the payphone by my building. Mind you he's still begging, only now he seems to have lost his shoes and is growing more desperate. My big question is: Why would she answer the phone after he tried to beat her up for leaving? What a cyclical world it is...
Oh and there is NOTHING on tv. I am watching an abba concert on pbs.
In between i get a text from wes...go have a couple drinks at the cha cha (i figured i was awake so why not), met lots of people on the walk to and from the bar. Had the BEST fries i've had in a long time by sampling random passerby's goodies...they are really good and i will remember them for future, more drunken evenings...
After the bar closes, i walk home, only to find that asshole guy, the one who tackled his girlfriend and beat on her across the street from my apartment, screaming into the payphone by my building. Mind you he's still begging, only now he seems to have lost his shoes and is growing more desperate. My big question is: Why would she answer the phone after he tried to beat her up for leaving? What a cyclical world it is...
Oh and there is NOTHING on tv. I am watching an abba concert on pbs.