Wednesday night adventures
Gene is the MOST annoying mother fucker I know. He constantly rants about shit i could care less about, his relationship with his on and off boyfriend, and commonly uses "you know" and "so" and "anyways", more times in an incomplete sentence, that I care to count. Therefore when he suggested that we do something on Wednesday and go to MSP, I must of been on something to have agreed to such torcher. An hour ride up and back listening to him ramble on and on and on-thank god I drove, and my only saving grace was that I wanted to go to the scrapbook store at the mall of america.
We actually had a decent day, and time. He picked up dinner, and we had a blast playing ski-ball at the arcade. Afterwards we hit the bars, where Gene got completely and utterly intoxicated. I am sure the drag queens were quite annoyed with him making stupid jokes and bugging them.
FOr someone who has had more jobs than I have had one night stands (that should tell you something) he sure was throwing cash around tonight like it was confetti on new years.
I became Designated driver and got drunk on sprite. They always say "paybacks are a bitch" and this sooo held true. After we got into the car and on our way home, Gene threw a big fit abotu having to go "pee pee" really bad. Side trip to a little off the road place (between 2 buildings in East St. Paul) we were back on the road.
Of course it was late, and of course we ran into some Police cars outside of Cannon Falls, who decided to pull us over. THe police lady was extremly nice, asked how fast I was going (i said 75-80) and she clocked me at 75. TOok my license ect (I have been through this song and dance WAY too many times before) and headed back to the car. WHen she returned she mentioned that she smelled Alchohol. ALchohol, Gene was sweating 100% vodka poof out of every pore in his body. She asked if I had been drinking (and i had not) and said that he had been. She asked if I would take a breath-a-lizer. Knowing that I would be o.k. I took a big breath and blew that mother fucker. She let us on our way.. thank god.
Mirrors hurt sometimes Seeing and being around drunk people gives you a whole new meeting to that drug.
It's 2:43, and this girl is exhausted. Time for bed-on the couch, as gene took over my bed. O well. Cest la vie
We actually had a decent day, and time. He picked up dinner, and we had a blast playing ski-ball at the arcade. Afterwards we hit the bars, where Gene got completely and utterly intoxicated. I am sure the drag queens were quite annoyed with him making stupid jokes and bugging them.
FOr someone who has had more jobs than I have had one night stands (that should tell you something) he sure was throwing cash around tonight like it was confetti on new years.
I became Designated driver and got drunk on sprite. They always say "paybacks are a bitch" and this sooo held true. After we got into the car and on our way home, Gene threw a big fit abotu having to go "pee pee" really bad. Side trip to a little off the road place (between 2 buildings in East St. Paul) we were back on the road.
Of course it was late, and of course we ran into some Police cars outside of Cannon Falls, who decided to pull us over. THe police lady was extremly nice, asked how fast I was going (i said 75-80) and she clocked me at 75. TOok my license ect (I have been through this song and dance WAY too many times before) and headed back to the car. WHen she returned she mentioned that she smelled Alchohol. ALchohol, Gene was sweating 100% vodka poof out of every pore in his body. She asked if I had been drinking (and i had not) and said that he had been. She asked if I would take a breath-a-lizer. Knowing that I would be o.k. I took a big breath and blew that mother fucker. She let us on our way.. thank god.
Mirrors hurt sometimes Seeing and being around drunk people gives you a whole new meeting to that drug.
It's 2:43, and this girl is exhausted. Time for bed-on the couch, as gene took over my bed. O well. Cest la vie