my weekend
friday night was passed in chapel hill again this weekend. abby and i went to sakura's for dinner after some hardcore hanging out. on the way to franklin, we stopped to see liza's new nose stud. it looks just as good as i told her it would. i still can't believe she did it; i'm so proud.
after dinner, we moseyed back to abby's room, where we threw a (ill-advised) jello shots party. yeah, it got busted, but not before i got to know some of abby's friends, who are all pretty cool. all things considered, i think the night was an overall positive experience. got to know abby a little better. only slept for maybe 2 hours, though, which made saturday interesting.
...because i had a 7-hour shift at work. it was a wedding reception, which often suck. this time, however, morgan had decided this was a good event to break in some new employees, so we were way overstaffed. in no way was i bored, but i didn't have to hustle as hard as i had expected.
usually, though, a wedding reception is just another event for me. saturday, however, it kinda made me miss abby. a lot. not in any psycho clingy sort of way, but just in a "shoot, i don't get to see her for a week" sort of way. so that sucked.
...almost as much as the band. the band featured a blind old black man who played piano and sang. as soon as i learned this, i decided that if they played any ray charles, i could never forgive any of them. they played ray charles. they played ray charles over and over again (turns out the black guy does a pretty good ray charles). then they played stevie wonder. worst. band. ever. as the evening wore on, the (seeing white) bassist started singing more and more songs, and they ventured more towards danceable music than blues, and i formulated a theory: the bassist is the real leader of the band, and they just use the black guy as a gimmick. there's no other explanation. you just can't comprehend how bad this band was without being there yourself. the worst part was their song selection. besides the previously mentioned Old Blind Black Man standards, they also played, back-to-back no less, "60-Minute Man" and "Mustang Sally," 2 songs which are about a guy who's really really good at fucking and a gold-digging woman, respectively. if the band at my wedding plays either one of those songs, i swear to God, they will all leave with a limp.
on a slightly related note, doesn't singing "shake your money-maker" allude to prostitution? is that not completely inappropriate at a wedding? am i alone here?
sunday was for football. my roommates, their ex-roommate, a random friend of logan's, and i are in a fantasy football league, which put the games in a whole new (and admittedly unhealthy) perspective. i watched football like all day. it was insane. good times, though.
ok, that's it for my weekend. i've got shit to do, and i'm in the kind of mood where i might actually do some of it. i should take advantage of this. peace.
Eric
after dinner, we moseyed back to abby's room, where we threw a (ill-advised) jello shots party. yeah, it got busted, but not before i got to know some of abby's friends, who are all pretty cool. all things considered, i think the night was an overall positive experience. got to know abby a little better. only slept for maybe 2 hours, though, which made saturday interesting.
...because i had a 7-hour shift at work. it was a wedding reception, which often suck. this time, however, morgan had decided this was a good event to break in some new employees, so we were way overstaffed. in no way was i bored, but i didn't have to hustle as hard as i had expected.
usually, though, a wedding reception is just another event for me. saturday, however, it kinda made me miss abby. a lot. not in any psycho clingy sort of way, but just in a "shoot, i don't get to see her for a week" sort of way. so that sucked.
...almost as much as the band. the band featured a blind old black man who played piano and sang. as soon as i learned this, i decided that if they played any ray charles, i could never forgive any of them. they played ray charles. they played ray charles over and over again (turns out the black guy does a pretty good ray charles). then they played stevie wonder. worst. band. ever. as the evening wore on, the (seeing white) bassist started singing more and more songs, and they ventured more towards danceable music than blues, and i formulated a theory: the bassist is the real leader of the band, and they just use the black guy as a gimmick. there's no other explanation. you just can't comprehend how bad this band was without being there yourself. the worst part was their song selection. besides the previously mentioned Old Blind Black Man standards, they also played, back-to-back no less, "60-Minute Man" and "Mustang Sally," 2 songs which are about a guy who's really really good at fucking and a gold-digging woman, respectively. if the band at my wedding plays either one of those songs, i swear to God, they will all leave with a limp.
on a slightly related note, doesn't singing "shake your money-maker" allude to prostitution? is that not completely inappropriate at a wedding? am i alone here?
sunday was for football. my roommates, their ex-roommate, a random friend of logan's, and i are in a fantasy football league, which put the games in a whole new (and admittedly unhealthy) perspective. i watched football like all day. it was insane. good times, though.
ok, that's it for my weekend. i've got shit to do, and i'm in the kind of mood where i might actually do some of it. i should take advantage of this. peace.
Eric