Cuz I'm a renegade...
Ok, I'm not really, but that was the song playing as I'm writing this. Well, I think it's day 8 or 9 straight of gray rainy drabness here in CT, but that's about the only thing that's boring and moody in my life. It appears that the bad sitcom that has been my life for the past 3 months is coming to a close. I found an awesome setup in South Windsor, living with a couple cool guys in a sweet house. 61" HDTV; I'll say no more. Ok, maybe a little more. I get a garage spot, there's a basketball hoop, and it's actually cheaper than where I'm currently living. I'm excited to say the least. Bummer to leave my fun neighbors behind, but I think it's time to move on and end this chapter of my life. No regrets or remorse though; there were many good times in the 2.5+ years Jodi and I spent together. They can live on as memories, but life goes on, and so shall I.
So enough of that, work is good stuff, I keep working on the corporate production stuff, pushing the envelope and having fun along the way. Work is work other than that, but I seem to have found my niche where I have the opportunity to explore creativity. Hopefully there's lots more to come in terms of this expedition.
So the main reason for this entry is to get down the events of last night. Kerel and I met up with Emily at Bourbon Street, dollar drinks, gotta love it. So we're playing pool, just hangin out and I guess Emily had waaaaay too much to drink. So we go to Courtney's apt to let Emily dry out a little. Finally, at like 2:45, we make our way out to take her back to U of Hartford. So we're driving through West Hartford on Prospect, which has kind of like a boulevard setup, and Emily says she doesn't feel good. So we pull over, and she opens the door and throws up out on the street. I think we've all either been there with that person or as that person. So in my rearview mirror, I see a car comin up behind us and try to get Emily to get herself together for a few seconds so she could pull back the door. Unfortunately, she's lettin loose. So the car comes up, honks like 4 times, makes quite a few comments about "how the fuck do I get around this?" Emily gathers herself, pulls the door closed and the car goes by, still making comments. So I flip them off, as is the required reaction to bitchy behavior. So the car STOPS, and the girls get out. They walk back toward the car, demanding to know who gave them the finger. They tried to go pick on Emily, who's still out of it. I roll down my window and tell the girls to calm down; they were being rude and we did our best to help them go by. I guess this was enough for the other girl as she goes back to the car. But one girl instead decides she'll continue to talk shit to me. I don't remember exactly what, but I said something smart here, and the girl takes a swing at me. I ducked back, so she missed me, but still. Then she kicks my bumper! They finally get in their car, and after some stupid reverse stop and go, we lose them.
I guess I'll say a few things about all this. First of all, I can't imagine where these girls would have been going at 3:30 in the morning where they'd be in such a rush. Secondly, it's late on a Thursday night near a college campus, you've NEVER been in that situation or seen it happen to understand what's going on? Thirdly, it's funny when I see my parents characteristics come out in me. My dad is calm seemingly at all times, and my reserve with these bitches seemed to echo that. I sure WANTED to pimp slap them both, but somehow I let it go. This world is a strange place sometimes; I hope those girls get theirs someday, just in terms of humility.
Fuckin bitches.
So enough of that, work is good stuff, I keep working on the corporate production stuff, pushing the envelope and having fun along the way. Work is work other than that, but I seem to have found my niche where I have the opportunity to explore creativity. Hopefully there's lots more to come in terms of this expedition.
So the main reason for this entry is to get down the events of last night. Kerel and I met up with Emily at Bourbon Street, dollar drinks, gotta love it. So we're playing pool, just hangin out and I guess Emily had waaaaay too much to drink. So we go to Courtney's apt to let Emily dry out a little. Finally, at like 2:45, we make our way out to take her back to U of Hartford. So we're driving through West Hartford on Prospect, which has kind of like a boulevard setup, and Emily says she doesn't feel good. So we pull over, and she opens the door and throws up out on the street. I think we've all either been there with that person or as that person. So in my rearview mirror, I see a car comin up behind us and try to get Emily to get herself together for a few seconds so she could pull back the door. Unfortunately, she's lettin loose. So the car comes up, honks like 4 times, makes quite a few comments about "how the fuck do I get around this?" Emily gathers herself, pulls the door closed and the car goes by, still making comments. So I flip them off, as is the required reaction to bitchy behavior. So the car STOPS, and the girls get out. They walk back toward the car, demanding to know who gave them the finger. They tried to go pick on Emily, who's still out of it. I roll down my window and tell the girls to calm down; they were being rude and we did our best to help them go by. I guess this was enough for the other girl as she goes back to the car. But one girl instead decides she'll continue to talk shit to me. I don't remember exactly what, but I said something smart here, and the girl takes a swing at me. I ducked back, so she missed me, but still. Then she kicks my bumper! They finally get in their car, and after some stupid reverse stop and go, we lose them.
I guess I'll say a few things about all this. First of all, I can't imagine where these girls would have been going at 3:30 in the morning where they'd be in such a rush. Secondly, it's late on a Thursday night near a college campus, you've NEVER been in that situation or seen it happen to understand what's going on? Thirdly, it's funny when I see my parents characteristics come out in me. My dad is calm seemingly at all times, and my reserve with these bitches seemed to echo that. I sure WANTED to pimp slap them both, but somehow I let it go. This world is a strange place sometimes; I hope those girls get theirs someday, just in terms of humility.
Fuckin bitches.