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Part One
The roomie and I decided that we didnt know enough about this whole Leitrum's scene to pass judgement on it. Everyone ive asked about this place has given some reply that its basically the shittiest college bar full of dumb ass frat kids and whores. To a certain extent they were right. It was full of loud, gyrating, doods in polo shirts screaming and pounding back shots. It was a loud scene and we were thrown out at 12:30am.
Quoth the Roomie: "I really am not getting drunk tonight"
We arrived sometime shortly after 9pm. We were the only people in the bar. It was dark and vaguely cave-like. The drinks were cheap though, and the bartender kept giving us shots of peppermint schnapps (therefore the events that would transpire would be entirely his fault) so i was enjoying myself. We played pool for a dollar a game with 3 dollar beers until some people my roomie worked with came in. They took my place and i would hardly see roomie until the end of the night. I spent the night in wonderful conversation with some girl. We drank and drank and then I got into a conversation with the owner and got myself a job. Yes, odd occurance numero uno is that i got a job writing / photographing /editing for a magazine he wants to put out. There is something odd to the notion of having a job interview while well on your way to being drunk... its a lot easier.
I drank to my success for a couple more hours with my new friend and we went to the back room (read the second bar). Hadley was piss drunk. He was waddling with this ridiculous look on his face. His friends were pointing and laughing. He looked as though someone had slipped him somewhere in the ballpark of 39032 roofies. He gave me money and told me to buy him a drink. I laughed, he swore at me to buy him a drink and i gave him his money back. Roomie decided that this was his night to get lucky, hugged female friend and he immediately went divebombing into her face. It was the most awkward thing i have ever seen. Then he started copping feels and being an all around sketch until we got thrown out.
Part Two
Roomie and I sprinted across the street to Blue Jeans Pizza. Well I did, he made it as far as the snow bank, I dragged him the rest of the way. To many laughs we ordered pizza. Roomie drooled all over himself, locked himself in the bathroom, etc etc. We ate and went outside to hail a cab.
The cabbie was a guy named Doug, who also had driven us to the bar. He was amazing and flamboyant, pierced everywhere and looking for good conversation. He didnt find it with us. I was joking around with him but roomie was out of control. In a matter of 10 minutes he grabbed the taxi guy twice, put his feet out the window, kissed my hand and grabbed my crotch. I literally had to hold him down. We made it to our place, roomie McGenerous annoiunced that he was not paying the Doug Funnie the cabbie anything and promply splayed himself in our road.
I forked over the money, dragged Hadley into the house, but not before being tackled. I tried to get him into his room but after he broke my pint glasses he did that stoopid thing little kids do where they go all jellolike. I got him to his door, decided he was a lost cause and went into my room.
About two minutes later he started yelling through my door that he was going to be sick and needed help. I couldnt for the life of me figure out where him getting sick was a two man job so i politely declined. He told me to let him in, kicked my door. I told him to go to bed and he said "Fuck you Tom" in this self-righteous tone that took me by suprise.
I rarely get mad, in fact im fairly notorious for getting walked all over by people with superiority complexes for the sake of avoiding a pointless argument. This was not the case that night. Before i knew it, this steady flow of obscenity was comming out of my mouth. Not really much variety really, i just said "fuck" or some form of it alot. It felt good. All he could manage was "fuck you tom" and then he puked all over my door and went to bed. Just as i thought, he managed just fine without me.
Epilogue:
Blue Jeans Pizza refused to return roomies license (he dropped it when he opened his wallet to get the money he was not going to use to buy his pizza)on the grounds that they were to busy. This was yesterday, an hour after they called to say they had it.
In other news an ad photo i took for Julios Liquors is on a billboard in westboro. I was pretty stoked minus the fact that i recieved no money for it. Now if i can only fit it into my portfolio.
The roomie and I decided that we didnt know enough about this whole Leitrum's scene to pass judgement on it. Everyone ive asked about this place has given some reply that its basically the shittiest college bar full of dumb ass frat kids and whores. To a certain extent they were right. It was full of loud, gyrating, doods in polo shirts screaming and pounding back shots. It was a loud scene and we were thrown out at 12:30am.
Quoth the Roomie: "I really am not getting drunk tonight"
We arrived sometime shortly after 9pm. We were the only people in the bar. It was dark and vaguely cave-like. The drinks were cheap though, and the bartender kept giving us shots of peppermint schnapps (therefore the events that would transpire would be entirely his fault) so i was enjoying myself. We played pool for a dollar a game with 3 dollar beers until some people my roomie worked with came in. They took my place and i would hardly see roomie until the end of the night. I spent the night in wonderful conversation with some girl. We drank and drank and then I got into a conversation with the owner and got myself a job. Yes, odd occurance numero uno is that i got a job writing / photographing /editing for a magazine he wants to put out. There is something odd to the notion of having a job interview while well on your way to being drunk... its a lot easier.
I drank to my success for a couple more hours with my new friend and we went to the back room (read the second bar). Hadley was piss drunk. He was waddling with this ridiculous look on his face. His friends were pointing and laughing. He looked as though someone had slipped him somewhere in the ballpark of 39032 roofies. He gave me money and told me to buy him a drink. I laughed, he swore at me to buy him a drink and i gave him his money back. Roomie decided that this was his night to get lucky, hugged female friend and he immediately went divebombing into her face. It was the most awkward thing i have ever seen. Then he started copping feels and being an all around sketch until we got thrown out.
Part Two
Roomie and I sprinted across the street to Blue Jeans Pizza. Well I did, he made it as far as the snow bank, I dragged him the rest of the way. To many laughs we ordered pizza. Roomie drooled all over himself, locked himself in the bathroom, etc etc. We ate and went outside to hail a cab.
The cabbie was a guy named Doug, who also had driven us to the bar. He was amazing and flamboyant, pierced everywhere and looking for good conversation. He didnt find it with us. I was joking around with him but roomie was out of control. In a matter of 10 minutes he grabbed the taxi guy twice, put his feet out the window, kissed my hand and grabbed my crotch. I literally had to hold him down. We made it to our place, roomie McGenerous annoiunced that he was not paying the Doug Funnie the cabbie anything and promply splayed himself in our road.
I forked over the money, dragged Hadley into the house, but not before being tackled. I tried to get him into his room but after he broke my pint glasses he did that stoopid thing little kids do where they go all jellolike. I got him to his door, decided he was a lost cause and went into my room.
About two minutes later he started yelling through my door that he was going to be sick and needed help. I couldnt for the life of me figure out where him getting sick was a two man job so i politely declined. He told me to let him in, kicked my door. I told him to go to bed and he said "Fuck you Tom" in this self-righteous tone that took me by suprise.
I rarely get mad, in fact im fairly notorious for getting walked all over by people with superiority complexes for the sake of avoiding a pointless argument. This was not the case that night. Before i knew it, this steady flow of obscenity was comming out of my mouth. Not really much variety really, i just said "fuck" or some form of it alot. It felt good. All he could manage was "fuck you tom" and then he puked all over my door and went to bed. Just as i thought, he managed just fine without me.
Epilogue:
Blue Jeans Pizza refused to return roomies license (he dropped it when he opened his wallet to get the money he was not going to use to buy his pizza)on the grounds that they were to busy. This was yesterday, an hour after they called to say they had it.
In other news an ad photo i took for Julios Liquors is on a billboard in westboro. I was pretty stoked minus the fact that i recieved no money for it. Now if i can only fit it into my portfolio.