Good weekend, good friends, Godescalc Gospels.....good god!
This weekend has been awesome.
The OU Library Christmas party was a blast. By a blast, I mean there was a ton of free food and I got paid to goldbrick for two hours. There was not much intralibrary fraternization amongst the various departments' student-employees. The situation was cliquish and very much like junior highschool. Some kid from the department that puts books on shelves challenged the marking department to a game of football or Scrabble. The football was none too tempting to any of us, the Scrabble however, rekindled a competetive spirit within me that inspired some taunts that bordered on outright threats towards this poor schmuck who just wanted to get to know people. The game never came to fruition for one of two reasons: 1. There wasn't actually a Scrabble board on the premises or 2. Those kids are a bunch of pussies who are too scared to scrap on the grid. I am going with the latter. I would also like the bitch who won the 25$ gift certificate to Zen Salon in the raffle to know that her days are numbered. Look at me. If I see you anywhere near marking, hell even cataloging, I am going to shove my unpedacured foot up your dumptruck of an ass. You can take that to the bank, bitch. All in all, the party was a nice departure from typing bookplates or stripping architecture books and everything was very festive.
After work and a few hours of studying Genevieve and I went to the International Grocery on Jenkins, for some 101's on the finer points of smoking a hookah. I should preface the next few sentences by telling you all that my coworker Stacy warned me not to leave a lady alone with the proprietor. When we entered, the room was softly aglow with christmas lights, and wall to wall hookah setups. Near-eastern music blaired from the stereo, and the shopkeep approached us. In a thick accent: "You are here to smoke the hookah?"
"Yes."
"How did you find out about this place?"
"Your sign says hookah bar."
"Oh, that is cool."
He then proceeds to, in so many gestures, snap his fingers at a girl who is working behind the counter. She emerges from the back a few minutes later with the Sheesha/hot coal bundle. The reflexive toungue addresses us once again. "The easiest way to smoke the hookah.... is to smoke it like marijuana."
"Neither of us smoke marijuana," I say.
"Very well, you should smoke it like weed then" he says.
He shows us how to smoke it, then disappears long enough for us to get two or three puffs each. He walks over to the stereo, and picks a track that will be played two or three more times during our visit. He tosses me a tambourine, and then settles himself in with a conga drum. I am going to introduce a new phrase to you this evening. Drum Circle Rape(DCR): Involving someone in a drum circle against thier will. DCR could only happen at a place like this. He restarts the track, and tells me to start playing. "To the beat!" Laughing. "To the beat!", "Start now!" Against better judgement, I start to play the instrument. Tambourines are things that I'm not comfortable with, its hard for a white suburban kid to put any soul whatsoever into an instrument like that. The track drags on for an eternity, and comes to an end. I toss the tambourine off to Genevieve like I am playing a game of hot potato, only to find that the manager has procured another conga that he intends for me to play. He restarts the track, and gets us both involved. I have to be honest, this is the most fun I have had in a long time, even if it involves me feeling quite like Matthew Machogona or whatever his name is.
After we left International grocery it was off to the Opolis, for the Electric Shit Orchestra's very last show. Colossus and Streets of Thieves opened for them, and both played some very loud and hard music. The falling goliath took the stage after that and played with the enthusiasm of a band that had just formed. All of these guys are my friends, and it is sad to see them breakup, but at the same time, The Rabbits, are going to rise like a phoenix from the ashes of the shit orchestra.
Saturday consisted mostly of parusing Penn Square mall for gifts. I like malls a lot. Finding a parking spot always really sucks, but the people watching you are able to do once you are inside during the holidays is priceless. While we were there, I got to take a look at the new Apple store. I really thought it would be more exciting, but it isn't like Apple is a company that has a product line that can really facilitate the use of a full store front. The Nano was cute and tiny. The 32 inch display was fucking huge. Finding naughty words to display in the dictionary widgets proved to be the most exciting thing about the store. Take that, Jobs! After the Apple Store, we window shopped for a while and took off.
The mall was followed by going to see Sarah Silverman's: Jesus is Magic. I like Sarah Silverman ok, but sometimes her brand of comedy is a little to abrasive for me. The movie was mostly her standup, which was pretty funny, cut with some very awkward and disturbing sketches. If you dig her material, I would recommend it.
After the show, we made a b-line to the Vista for Shawn's Bday/ Julie's "I got into dental school" party. Shawn was still in Dallas from a Jiu Jitsu tournament he competed in, so we didn't get to see him. Julie made some awesome carrot cake and everybody had a really good time.
Ok, I have to stop wasting time and start studying some art history. Lata!
The OU Library Christmas party was a blast. By a blast, I mean there was a ton of free food and I got paid to goldbrick for two hours. There was not much intralibrary fraternization amongst the various departments' student-employees. The situation was cliquish and very much like junior highschool. Some kid from the department that puts books on shelves challenged the marking department to a game of football or Scrabble. The football was none too tempting to any of us, the Scrabble however, rekindled a competetive spirit within me that inspired some taunts that bordered on outright threats towards this poor schmuck who just wanted to get to know people. The game never came to fruition for one of two reasons: 1. There wasn't actually a Scrabble board on the premises or 2. Those kids are a bunch of pussies who are too scared to scrap on the grid. I am going with the latter. I would also like the bitch who won the 25$ gift certificate to Zen Salon in the raffle to know that her days are numbered. Look at me. If I see you anywhere near marking, hell even cataloging, I am going to shove my unpedacured foot up your dumptruck of an ass. You can take that to the bank, bitch. All in all, the party was a nice departure from typing bookplates or stripping architecture books and everything was very festive.
After work and a few hours of studying Genevieve and I went to the International Grocery on Jenkins, for some 101's on the finer points of smoking a hookah. I should preface the next few sentences by telling you all that my coworker Stacy warned me not to leave a lady alone with the proprietor. When we entered, the room was softly aglow with christmas lights, and wall to wall hookah setups. Near-eastern music blaired from the stereo, and the shopkeep approached us. In a thick accent: "You are here to smoke the hookah?"
"Yes."
"How did you find out about this place?"
"Your sign says hookah bar."
"Oh, that is cool."
He then proceeds to, in so many gestures, snap his fingers at a girl who is working behind the counter. She emerges from the back a few minutes later with the Sheesha/hot coal bundle. The reflexive toungue addresses us once again. "The easiest way to smoke the hookah.... is to smoke it like marijuana."
"Neither of us smoke marijuana," I say.
"Very well, you should smoke it like weed then" he says.
He shows us how to smoke it, then disappears long enough for us to get two or three puffs each. He walks over to the stereo, and picks a track that will be played two or three more times during our visit. He tosses me a tambourine, and then settles himself in with a conga drum. I am going to introduce a new phrase to you this evening. Drum Circle Rape(DCR): Involving someone in a drum circle against thier will. DCR could only happen at a place like this. He restarts the track, and tells me to start playing. "To the beat!" Laughing. "To the beat!", "Start now!" Against better judgement, I start to play the instrument. Tambourines are things that I'm not comfortable with, its hard for a white suburban kid to put any soul whatsoever into an instrument like that. The track drags on for an eternity, and comes to an end. I toss the tambourine off to Genevieve like I am playing a game of hot potato, only to find that the manager has procured another conga that he intends for me to play. He restarts the track, and gets us both involved. I have to be honest, this is the most fun I have had in a long time, even if it involves me feeling quite like Matthew Machogona or whatever his name is.
After we left International grocery it was off to the Opolis, for the Electric Shit Orchestra's very last show. Colossus and Streets of Thieves opened for them, and both played some very loud and hard music. The falling goliath took the stage after that and played with the enthusiasm of a band that had just formed. All of these guys are my friends, and it is sad to see them breakup, but at the same time, The Rabbits, are going to rise like a phoenix from the ashes of the shit orchestra.
Saturday consisted mostly of parusing Penn Square mall for gifts. I like malls a lot. Finding a parking spot always really sucks, but the people watching you are able to do once you are inside during the holidays is priceless. While we were there, I got to take a look at the new Apple store. I really thought it would be more exciting, but it isn't like Apple is a company that has a product line that can really facilitate the use of a full store front. The Nano was cute and tiny. The 32 inch display was fucking huge. Finding naughty words to display in the dictionary widgets proved to be the most exciting thing about the store. Take that, Jobs! After the Apple Store, we window shopped for a while and took off.
The mall was followed by going to see Sarah Silverman's: Jesus is Magic. I like Sarah Silverman ok, but sometimes her brand of comedy is a little to abrasive for me. The movie was mostly her standup, which was pretty funny, cut with some very awkward and disturbing sketches. If you dig her material, I would recommend it.
After the show, we made a b-line to the Vista for Shawn's Bday/ Julie's "I got into dental school" party. Shawn was still in Dallas from a Jiu Jitsu tournament he competed in, so we didn't get to see him. Julie made some awesome carrot cake and everybody had a really good time.
Ok, I have to stop wasting time and start studying some art history. Lata!