I find myself stupefied coming back again.
Initially yesterday began as seeming fairly uneventful, despite the fact that my phone spontaneously died and picked up nothing but dead air. Braving the merciless humidity, I ventured out to the public library and returned a few overdue materials, in the process snagging a few more movies to watch while also getting a Blur album and a Jimmy Eat World album to listen to. Trainspotting, as i've recently discovered, is an awesome movie. I would recommend it to anyone, it has the style of an independent film and great writing. Lounging around in my room clad in brilliant boxers and fancy socks, quietly basking in the mechanized breeze of the small window fan across the room. Suddenly I heard the hasty rapping of my comrade at my downstairs front door. Methodically ascending from the disheveled bedspread strewn across the worn mattress while I trudged to snatch my dress shirt hanging limp from the doorknob, adjusting the collar whilst hunting for my loose-fitting jeans which had been crisply folded by myself. Bidding my mother good-bye, descending the twisted flight of stairs leading up to my apartment and setting foot out into the mercilessly gleaming sunlight. Without having the slightest clue what we were going to do, without hesitation I slipped into my copilot seat of the Hammerhead driven by my comrade and casually leaned back, apparently we were going to Chuck E. Cheeses.
Not having been to Chuck E. Cheeses since I was a tike, I was a tad skeptical at first, but after hearing that my comrades friend Lisamarie was working that night and expecting us (well, expecting him, at least), it sounded more intriguing. Peeling off and aimlessly driving through wooded areas, eventually we were compelled to stop by a gas station and ask an old lady if she knew where Chuck E. Cheeses was, which must have looked somewhat odd considering our age. Eventually our relentless search came to an end as we stumbled across the rather tiny establishment. I seem to remember Chuck E. Cheeses being utterly massive in size, however the one I went to was in another part of the state. As we entered the establishment, we panned our view and awkwardly awaited for Lisamarie as she approached us and stamped our hands, guiding us to an empty booth while we watched 'Chuck E.' and his band of backwater creatures sing and sadly pretend to play instruments, meanwhile nearby on a large television showing people running around in costumes while kids in minor league either strike out or slide for base and ultimate sweep the other kid's legs out from under them, surprisingly brutal for a Chuck E. Cheeses music video.
Eventually Lisamarie passed our table and smuggled us a healthy abundance of tokens which we split up and spent on a few games, unfortunately when in the midst of playing a game one can't really tell just how into the game they are, so my comrade and I often found ourselves swearing without even knowing it while little kids were frolicking around clutching tickets. As we played the video games, my comrade informed me that Lisamarie was going to be dressing up in the Chuck E. suit and coming out, so as I played a Star Wars game, I took a gander over my shoulder and blinked as I witnessed Lisamarie doing a jolly little dance in the suit while a few kids watched her and danced with her, it must actually be cool knowing when those kids grow older they'll possibly remember you as Chuck E. and dancing with you, then never admitting it to their friends. After a while of playing, both Lisamarie and her friend Angie closed up as myself and my comrade followed them outside, the girls having invited us to go to a bowling alley to spend the rest of the tokens at the arcade there, so we all ended up having a gleeful time using up all the tokens we had left. Since the girls spent their tokens insanely fast, they decided they wanted to go outside and play volleyball, so my comrade and I indifferently decided to go out and play.
Standing out in the parking lot with cars parked around us, my comrade and I promptly destroyed the girls at volleyball, every now and then going berserk with the ball and smashing it clear across the parking lot while making them go running to retrieve it. After everyone basically tired of the game, either sweating because of running around the parking lot in the humid evening or having to wait for people to retrieve it, the four of us sat in a circle by our cars in the parking lot and offhandedly rolled the ball to one another while we spoke every now and then of random topics. Eventually a middle-aged woman came out of the bowling alley and warily approached our little circle, everyone watching her with bewilderment as she finally approached us and inquired as to what we were doing, which of course we responded to by saying we were just sitting, so the woman promptly told us to sod off and sit somewhere else. For some reason i've noticed that adults do not take kindly to teenagers sitting around, almost as if they take offense to it or are threatened by it. Since the evening was young and we all still wanted to hang out, the girls brought us to a park where we all proceeded to run around throwing wood-chips at each other and climb around on the park equipment, eventually everyone sprawling out or leaning against something while it seemed almost as if we took turns sharing inside jokes, either between Lisamarie and Angie or myself and my comrade. It was awkward, but at the same time humorous, eventually someone would bring it up and we would snicker or laugh and take it lightheartedly.
Lackadaisically we decided to take our departure when Angie seemed to really want to go home, it sounded as if she was concerned that they may get in trouble if they went home too late, so it's understandable. Glistening with perspiration like a layer of frost and having wood-chips in the shirt-pocket of my dress shirt, my comrade and I began weaving through town in the Hammerhead in search of familiarity until we by chance came across Elgin. Stopping by a 7-11 where we got slushi's, mine tasted delicious whereas his was the freaking most bitter and sour tasting slushi i've ever tasted. You know what are really hot? Thongs. Just thought I would toss that in there. Definitely like thongs.
I managed to accidentally get my phone working again, I am the man.
Alas, now I bask in the subconsciousness of my slumber.
Not having been to Chuck E. Cheeses since I was a tike, I was a tad skeptical at first, but after hearing that my comrades friend Lisamarie was working that night and expecting us (well, expecting him, at least), it sounded more intriguing. Peeling off and aimlessly driving through wooded areas, eventually we were compelled to stop by a gas station and ask an old lady if she knew where Chuck E. Cheeses was, which must have looked somewhat odd considering our age. Eventually our relentless search came to an end as we stumbled across the rather tiny establishment. I seem to remember Chuck E. Cheeses being utterly massive in size, however the one I went to was in another part of the state. As we entered the establishment, we panned our view and awkwardly awaited for Lisamarie as she approached us and stamped our hands, guiding us to an empty booth while we watched 'Chuck E.' and his band of backwater creatures sing and sadly pretend to play instruments, meanwhile nearby on a large television showing people running around in costumes while kids in minor league either strike out or slide for base and ultimate sweep the other kid's legs out from under them, surprisingly brutal for a Chuck E. Cheeses music video.
Eventually Lisamarie passed our table and smuggled us a healthy abundance of tokens which we split up and spent on a few games, unfortunately when in the midst of playing a game one can't really tell just how into the game they are, so my comrade and I often found ourselves swearing without even knowing it while little kids were frolicking around clutching tickets. As we played the video games, my comrade informed me that Lisamarie was going to be dressing up in the Chuck E. suit and coming out, so as I played a Star Wars game, I took a gander over my shoulder and blinked as I witnessed Lisamarie doing a jolly little dance in the suit while a few kids watched her and danced with her, it must actually be cool knowing when those kids grow older they'll possibly remember you as Chuck E. and dancing with you, then never admitting it to their friends. After a while of playing, both Lisamarie and her friend Angie closed up as myself and my comrade followed them outside, the girls having invited us to go to a bowling alley to spend the rest of the tokens at the arcade there, so we all ended up having a gleeful time using up all the tokens we had left. Since the girls spent their tokens insanely fast, they decided they wanted to go outside and play volleyball, so my comrade and I indifferently decided to go out and play.
Standing out in the parking lot with cars parked around us, my comrade and I promptly destroyed the girls at volleyball, every now and then going berserk with the ball and smashing it clear across the parking lot while making them go running to retrieve it. After everyone basically tired of the game, either sweating because of running around the parking lot in the humid evening or having to wait for people to retrieve it, the four of us sat in a circle by our cars in the parking lot and offhandedly rolled the ball to one another while we spoke every now and then of random topics. Eventually a middle-aged woman came out of the bowling alley and warily approached our little circle, everyone watching her with bewilderment as she finally approached us and inquired as to what we were doing, which of course we responded to by saying we were just sitting, so the woman promptly told us to sod off and sit somewhere else. For some reason i've noticed that adults do not take kindly to teenagers sitting around, almost as if they take offense to it or are threatened by it. Since the evening was young and we all still wanted to hang out, the girls brought us to a park where we all proceeded to run around throwing wood-chips at each other and climb around on the park equipment, eventually everyone sprawling out or leaning against something while it seemed almost as if we took turns sharing inside jokes, either between Lisamarie and Angie or myself and my comrade. It was awkward, but at the same time humorous, eventually someone would bring it up and we would snicker or laugh and take it lightheartedly.
Lackadaisically we decided to take our departure when Angie seemed to really want to go home, it sounded as if she was concerned that they may get in trouble if they went home too late, so it's understandable. Glistening with perspiration like a layer of frost and having wood-chips in the shirt-pocket of my dress shirt, my comrade and I began weaving through town in the Hammerhead in search of familiarity until we by chance came across Elgin. Stopping by a 7-11 where we got slushi's, mine tasted delicious whereas his was the freaking most bitter and sour tasting slushi i've ever tasted. You know what are really hot? Thongs. Just thought I would toss that in there. Definitely like thongs.
I managed to accidentally get my phone working again, I am the man.
Alas, now I bask in the subconsciousness of my slumber.