After rolling with The Tide....Rephresh
I would like to thank all of my friend's parents for having children at the same time. I feel as though I spent the whole week celebrating birthdays then I realized...I only actually celebrated one of those bdays then Friday came then The Tide so regardless, I would have been drunk.
Thursday night made Friday afternoon useless. For anyone who was thinking about it, don't go to the Yellow Hammer and drink $2 tequilla. Don't go to the Yellow Hammer period. Unless you want $1.50 Natty which they carry and I just think is great but in that, "would people please stop calling pEgan's the trashy bar" kind of way.
Anyway, I spent that night throwing up. Jamey said I looked like this &-< I for sure felt like that all day Friday.
One would assume that would have made me more cautious Friday, which it did. But only because I didn't spend the night heaving. I did however find a way to occupy myself until 9am when we finally passed out on xanex. I should have slept about 7-9 hours. I got 3. Woke up at noon ready to ride the tide to my next location.
By all means I should not have had the energy I did but my Friday night/Saturday morning was too good to stop. Those 3 hours were my needed pause. All I did was laugh the whole way to Lindsey and Adam's. Yet again I found myself in one of those situations that only I could find myself in. Riding around town with Harpo and Clown Face at 3:30 am. Nobody is sober and I'm more scared of the people in the car with me than the cops or drunken fans.
While at the Pub I'm waiting in line for the bathroom when this girl I've never seen walks up. She doesn't look interested in small talk or anything funny for that matter so I just keep reading the same Beatles poster I've read a million times. As I'm standing there this girl I talked to at pEgan's a few night back walks up. I admit her name is lost but the conversation we had is not...
Girl: "You don't remember me do you?"
Me: "Yeah, we talked at Egan's the other night for about a half hour about social work."
She then proceeds to get this look on her face that says to me, "shit I really thought I was about to show this cool girl up and be a total bitch to her about how she can't remember anyone she doesn't want to get with." At this point it doesn't matter though because the bathroom opens and that's all I really care about. Well as I'm in there peeing Social Worker starts talking to Stone Face really fucking loud...
SW: "God what a fucking bitch. The least she could do is acknowledge somebody when she first sees them."
SF: "Oh I know like if you're that socially retarded why even come out?"
SW: "Right. Like if you have something to say to me say it to my face."
At this point I'm dying in the bathroom because I know I'm the one with options. I could sit in the bathroom for the next 30 minutes continuing to laugh my ass off or I could walk out and do something about it. I decide to do neither. I finish up, walk out and go sit down. Now I must add that the reason she started talking shit in the first place is because when I got to the Pub there was approx 60 people on the porch 58 of whom I had at least seen before 40 of which I could name and about 20 that I would say I see at the very least, once a week on a personal basis. With that being said I'm sure you could imagine which groups of people I'd approach first. After gearing up I make my way to a planter that is in no way meant to be used as a chair but as I stated it was packed. At some point Social Worker walks past said planter as I'm in the middle of a conversation with the exact person I went up there to meet and as she passed by I did not stop my conversation, turn to her, scream her praises and marry into her family. My bad. Total bitch.
So by now the Pub is emptying out and there's only about 8 of us left on the porch. My table has heard my story and is also now in hysterics. It's also a table of older, very outspoken lesbians who all agree with me that I can't let her leave the bar again without saying something so they call her over, pull her up a chair and stare at her as I ask her if she had something to say to me. She didn't. My part of the conversation went along the lines of, "When I walk up on a place and I know all but two people who are standing outside I'm not going to run up to everyone I see. We hang out like this all the time and it's understood we'll just get to each other when we do. Not to mention, I don't know you. I know what we talked about and that we agreed on many issues but that doesn't make you a priority. You have something to say to me or you think I'm a bitch because of that go on ahead and let me know but don't say it behind my back." Thankfully she didn't follow that up with, "what are you talking about?" which would have just ended the conversation because if you're at a bar you're too old for that shit. It was more of a, "Yeah. Ok. I didn't mean. But. Yeah. I'm sorry. No I don't think so." which didn't acknowledge so much that she was caught trash talking but didn't deny it either. Not what I wanted. I wanted what's expected of an adult which is either acknowledgment and apology or a fucking hard stance. You wanna call me a bitch that is ok with me. I take it surprisingly well. Please don't flatter yourself into thinking you are the first of your kind.
Bitch.
Before all that I was sitting at the table when I hear some man voice go, "Miss Hill do you have a smoke?" I didn't even turn around. Who in the hell just referred to me as Miss Hill is all I can think. Finally I realize I'm being rude and turn around. Pleasant surprise, a fellow slack assed ex cadet who too was better suited to save lives from a strategic standpoint but begged not to be asked to run at 5:30am. It was good catching up and finding out where some old friends have ended up. As expected it's tragic where it shouldn't be and fucking mind blowing everywhere else. Go Army!
My favorite quote of the weekend came after the Alabama win. I went running outside to hear the stadium and add my own whoops and hollers and as I'm running down the stairs the guy who lives on the ground level runs into me.
"Whoooooo! ROLL TIDE! Fucking right whoooooo! Hey, where did you come from?" I point to the upstairs. "Yeah, what's that guy's name up there?"
I told him.
"Yeah holy hell man I thought that was him. You can't miss that head and crazy walk. We used to be in rehab together. Not like drug rehab but like mental rehab. We used to be crazy as kids. Whoooooo fucking right ROLL TIDE!"
I'm going to miss this place. Welcome Fall. I have a math test today. My arraignment is on Friday.
Thursday night made Friday afternoon useless. For anyone who was thinking about it, don't go to the Yellow Hammer and drink $2 tequilla. Don't go to the Yellow Hammer period. Unless you want $1.50 Natty which they carry and I just think is great but in that, "would people please stop calling pEgan's the trashy bar" kind of way.
Anyway, I spent that night throwing up. Jamey said I looked like this &-< I for sure felt like that all day Friday.
One would assume that would have made me more cautious Friday, which it did. But only because I didn't spend the night heaving. I did however find a way to occupy myself until 9am when we finally passed out on xanex. I should have slept about 7-9 hours. I got 3. Woke up at noon ready to ride the tide to my next location.
By all means I should not have had the energy I did but my Friday night/Saturday morning was too good to stop. Those 3 hours were my needed pause. All I did was laugh the whole way to Lindsey and Adam's. Yet again I found myself in one of those situations that only I could find myself in. Riding around town with Harpo and Clown Face at 3:30 am. Nobody is sober and I'm more scared of the people in the car with me than the cops or drunken fans.
While at the Pub I'm waiting in line for the bathroom when this girl I've never seen walks up. She doesn't look interested in small talk or anything funny for that matter so I just keep reading the same Beatles poster I've read a million times. As I'm standing there this girl I talked to at pEgan's a few night back walks up. I admit her name is lost but the conversation we had is not...
Girl: "You don't remember me do you?"
Me: "Yeah, we talked at Egan's the other night for about a half hour about social work."
She then proceeds to get this look on her face that says to me, "shit I really thought I was about to show this cool girl up and be a total bitch to her about how she can't remember anyone she doesn't want to get with." At this point it doesn't matter though because the bathroom opens and that's all I really care about. Well as I'm in there peeing Social Worker starts talking to Stone Face really fucking loud...
SW: "God what a fucking bitch. The least she could do is acknowledge somebody when she first sees them."
SF: "Oh I know like if you're that socially retarded why even come out?"
SW: "Right. Like if you have something to say to me say it to my face."
At this point I'm dying in the bathroom because I know I'm the one with options. I could sit in the bathroom for the next 30 minutes continuing to laugh my ass off or I could walk out and do something about it. I decide to do neither. I finish up, walk out and go sit down. Now I must add that the reason she started talking shit in the first place is because when I got to the Pub there was approx 60 people on the porch 58 of whom I had at least seen before 40 of which I could name and about 20 that I would say I see at the very least, once a week on a personal basis. With that being said I'm sure you could imagine which groups of people I'd approach first. After gearing up I make my way to a planter that is in no way meant to be used as a chair but as I stated it was packed. At some point Social Worker walks past said planter as I'm in the middle of a conversation with the exact person I went up there to meet and as she passed by I did not stop my conversation, turn to her, scream her praises and marry into her family. My bad. Total bitch.
So by now the Pub is emptying out and there's only about 8 of us left on the porch. My table has heard my story and is also now in hysterics. It's also a table of older, very outspoken lesbians who all agree with me that I can't let her leave the bar again without saying something so they call her over, pull her up a chair and stare at her as I ask her if she had something to say to me. She didn't. My part of the conversation went along the lines of, "When I walk up on a place and I know all but two people who are standing outside I'm not going to run up to everyone I see. We hang out like this all the time and it's understood we'll just get to each other when we do. Not to mention, I don't know you. I know what we talked about and that we agreed on many issues but that doesn't make you a priority. You have something to say to me or you think I'm a bitch because of that go on ahead and let me know but don't say it behind my back." Thankfully she didn't follow that up with, "what are you talking about?" which would have just ended the conversation because if you're at a bar you're too old for that shit. It was more of a, "Yeah. Ok. I didn't mean. But. Yeah. I'm sorry. No I don't think so." which didn't acknowledge so much that she was caught trash talking but didn't deny it either. Not what I wanted. I wanted what's expected of an adult which is either acknowledgment and apology or a fucking hard stance. You wanna call me a bitch that is ok with me. I take it surprisingly well. Please don't flatter yourself into thinking you are the first of your kind.
Bitch.
Before all that I was sitting at the table when I hear some man voice go, "Miss Hill do you have a smoke?" I didn't even turn around. Who in the hell just referred to me as Miss Hill is all I can think. Finally I realize I'm being rude and turn around. Pleasant surprise, a fellow slack assed ex cadet who too was better suited to save lives from a strategic standpoint but begged not to be asked to run at 5:30am. It was good catching up and finding out where some old friends have ended up. As expected it's tragic where it shouldn't be and fucking mind blowing everywhere else. Go Army!
My favorite quote of the weekend came after the Alabama win. I went running outside to hear the stadium and add my own whoops and hollers and as I'm running down the stairs the guy who lives on the ground level runs into me.
"Whoooooo! ROLL TIDE! Fucking right whoooooo! Hey, where did you come from?" I point to the upstairs. "Yeah, what's that guy's name up there?"
I told him.
"Yeah holy hell man I thought that was him. You can't miss that head and crazy walk. We used to be in rehab together. Not like drug rehab but like mental rehab. We used to be crazy as kids. Whoooooo fucking right ROLL TIDE!"
I'm going to miss this place. Welcome Fall. I have a math test today. My arraignment is on Friday.