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My weekend began...
Thursday: Yo La Tengo concert at Emo's. Either they suck live, or Emo's has terrible acoustics. I slithered away to sit alone inside during the three-hour encore while everyone else stayed to endure a merciless musical beating. During my stint alone, some guy pulled up his soapbox and started telling me about the Illuminati, the Masons and the New World Order. I would've taken him more seriously if he hadn't been dangerously drunk and livening up his lecture with brightly-colored language.
Friday: Took the day off. Yada, yada, yada, went to my grandma's, said HI to my deaf grandfather who did not want to be hugged because he was sick and later told my sister's boyfriend that whatever was ailing him was kind of making his penis hurt. That was something I coulda gone without knowing.
Saturday: Grandma took my sister and I to a winery nearby. Oh, did they love the wine samples they were getting. As sweet as the day is long. But I, being already so sweet, cannot bear sugary wine, and would dump my samples out shortly after taking the smallest of swigs. At the Willie Nillie concert, my sister (we'll call her Britney) and I were waved up to the VIP section by some middle-aged guys who assured us that they were married with children and that they were no threat to us. That was before the one who did the assuring slipped some surprise cocaine into my sister's back pocket (because she had asked for some greenery) and told her A) not to tell me about it or even go to the bathroom with me, and B) that if she did it, we were obligated to hang out until the bars all closed. In the midst of his groping her and the other guy groping me, he caught onto the fact that she was telling me all this and took back his drugs. We ran into him at another concert and he pinched me super hard on the hip, right where my pelvis is.
Sunday: Played sand volleyball with Cassie and some people from our new church. Went to church, hoping, oh so hoping, that my Sunday school boyfriend would be there, but alas, he wasn't. He did tell Cassie that morning to tell me they missed me in Sunday school. Yay.
Thursday: Yo La Tengo concert at Emo's. Either they suck live, or Emo's has terrible acoustics. I slithered away to sit alone inside during the three-hour encore while everyone else stayed to endure a merciless musical beating. During my stint alone, some guy pulled up his soapbox and started telling me about the Illuminati, the Masons and the New World Order. I would've taken him more seriously if he hadn't been dangerously drunk and livening up his lecture with brightly-colored language.
Friday: Took the day off. Yada, yada, yada, went to my grandma's, said HI to my deaf grandfather who did not want to be hugged because he was sick and later told my sister's boyfriend that whatever was ailing him was kind of making his penis hurt. That was something I coulda gone without knowing.
Saturday: Grandma took my sister and I to a winery nearby. Oh, did they love the wine samples they were getting. As sweet as the day is long. But I, being already so sweet, cannot bear sugary wine, and would dump my samples out shortly after taking the smallest of swigs. At the Willie Nillie concert, my sister (we'll call her Britney) and I were waved up to the VIP section by some middle-aged guys who assured us that they were married with children and that they were no threat to us. That was before the one who did the assuring slipped some surprise cocaine into my sister's back pocket (because she had asked for some greenery) and told her A) not to tell me about it or even go to the bathroom with me, and B) that if she did it, we were obligated to hang out until the bars all closed. In the midst of his groping her and the other guy groping me, he caught onto the fact that she was telling me all this and took back his drugs. We ran into him at another concert and he pinched me super hard on the hip, right where my pelvis is.
Sunday: Played sand volleyball with Cassie and some people from our new church. Went to church, hoping, oh so hoping, that my Sunday school boyfriend would be there, but alas, he wasn't. He did tell Cassie that morning to tell me they missed me in Sunday school. Yay.