The wonderful thing about an egotist is that he doesn't talk about other people.
I can't believe it's only Friday; this weekend has been dragging by so slowly... not that I'm complaining or anything, this is great. Afterschool on Wednesday, we had a quick Frisbee practice, but the initial lack of our field put a damper on our spirit, not to mention the significant loss of people that come to play. There were only six of us, and we were cold as hell. There was no real energy, so we all took a walk to Los Amigos Dos. That place is great; the guy behind the counter was just giggling at Cheech and Chong movies playing on his Xbox, and whenever I asked about prices, he would just say things like, "for you, uh, two dollars. One dollar." Plus, the food is great.
We boomaranged back to school, and decided to play nutball for some reason; that is, sitting on opposite ends of a room and throwing a hackysack at one another's nuts. Having balls of steel, Josh (M) and I found that the hackysack just wasn't cutting it since there was no real challenge or danger in getting hit. So he left, and eventually returned with a baseball. That was... that was definitely heavier. And more painful. He got two good hits on me, and I got one good one on him that hit his crotch and bounced up and hit him in the face. We're real men. We define that as hurting ourselves publicly, then talking about how tough we are. And writing about it on the internet later.
I called my mother to pick my up, then demanded Nicky drive me around in the parking lot. Once we got to her car, I got in the driver's seat, managed to steal her keys out of her hand and started the car. She put up a big fuss. She's a whiner. After bitching at me for about five minutes, I let her drive... typical, though, women are always trying to control you. By all rights the car was mine... I'd gotten in the seat first and stolen her keys. She drove me to Trader Joe's where she was trying to buy lunch on a budget of two dollars because she's poor, and Mom picked me up there to take me to Plaza. I got some new watercoloring supplies and a new journal; from there, home.
I painted for a while, drew and played around with the new paints, until Elliot and Kashan walked in. We walked to the park where we found ourselves in the icy grips of the winter night (and by that, I mean we were really, really cold). Mario came by, picked us up and dropped Kashan and I off at my house... there was naught much to do, so I agreed to help her try and scalp a ticket for the SR-71 show. We drove to Towson listening to the Kashan Car CD I made, because if we don't listen to that, she tries to kill my soul by playing her devil's music.
We parked... illegally... and walked to the Recher, where a bunch of girls not wearing enough clothing were waiting for the doors to open (in 45 minutes). I don't understand the point in getting to a show early, just so that you can wait in the cold and end up being at the venue for an extra two hours before the band even goes on. In SR's case, I don't think that they ended up going on till ten thirty or eleven. Regardless, as soon as we arrived, a not very attractive girl shouted "Ticket for sale! Reasonable price!" At twenty (the cost of a ticket in the first place), Kashan bought it, and on our way back to the car, I informed the poorly attired girls that they should, in fact, put on a damn jacket.
Since the show wasn't for a while, we went to an Indian place in Towson that I tend to frequent... it's by far the best restaurant, and shit, Indian cuisine is the fucking greatest. On a budget of pocket change, we each got an order of chicken soup and naan. Both items were fantastic. We just sat and talked for a long time, which was more or less a first for me, considering Kashan and I used to just end up smoking pot or watching something on TV. Without either narcotic (yes, I am well aware that neither of them are narcotics, shut up), we ended up discussing all sorts of shit. Around eight thirty, we paid, I took a quick couple of pictures (and I supposed I'll take this opportunity to plug the Flickr of Xavier and I, check us out at http://www.flickr.com/photos/aladdinandxavierrule/) and left.
Kashan dropped me off at home, and I did some painting and writing before fall asleep.
I hate Thanksgiving. I mean, my family and all... all the "adults," that is, the middle aged women who all grew up on too many drugs during the seventies, are so annoying. My mother asked me to call some friends, or anyone who would come over in order to get our family to behave. I ignored her as I so often do, and sort of moped around until people started arriving. My grandfather and grandmother, along with family friend Jerry were the first to show up, they always are... my Grandfather asked me to take pictures of everyone, and I was glad to, because taking pictures is fun. My aunt called to say she'd be late, and... eh. I don't feel like writing about Thanksgiving. The family part, anyway. It's just kind of boring and depressing. Actually, a lot of it's really funny, too. My cousins are great. Adam, who's got eight years on me, was telling us about one of his customers at a table he was serving... the guy asked for the "salmon," pronouncing it phonetically. Adam replied with, "I'm sorry sir, I have no idea what you're talking about." "The salmon," the guy repeated, still incurring the wrath of the pronunciation gods with his English faux pas. "The what now?" Finally the guy pointed to the dish on the menu, and Adam happily replied, "Oh, the SAM-en." The guy's face went red, and Adam told him, "It's okay sir, no need to feel bad. You're an American, you can pronounce it however the hell you want."
Anyway, yeah, the thanksgiving kind of sucked, so I called Eric, and got Orpheus to accompany me in the car so that I could drive to his dad's house. I left Orpheus with the car, along with a bottle of wine I got on my way out of our house... actually, come to think of it, it's still in the trunk of the car. Of my mother's car. I should probably do something about that if I don't want to answer weird questions in a couple days from now.
Anyway, Eric's was pretty cool. There was a bunch of his family there, including Jake and (although she was asleep when I arrived) Anna. I talked to some of the various people, and met Ginger, with whom we'd be spending the rest of the night. In the meantime, it was a party in Eric's room, what with the... computer, and my Rolling Rock. And... yeah, okay, so it wasn't really exciting or anything, but it was really nice and much more pleasant than the Rutledge household.
After a while of Eric trying to find his coat and keys ("Eric, did you look in the car?" "It's not in the car!" "Eric, try the car." "I'm telling you, it's not in the car!" "Eric, will you just look in the car?"). His coat was in his car, his keys were in his room. Anna, Jake, Ginger, Eric and I all set off to Woodstock in order to find the home of Chris Freeland (AKA Frenemies [www.myspace.com/frenemies]). On the way, we stopped for Bawls, and then spent a good half hour traveling through the dark and forgotten regions of Baltimore County in order to find the house. I don't know when we got there... it could have been seven or nine, but regardless, we were the first people to show up, other than Chris' brother Andy (drummer for Wailsounds, check them out @ www.myspace.com/wailsounds). The house was very spacious and nice, neat stuff adorning the walls. The basement was filled with musical equipment, camping stuff, a ping pong table and beer. There was other stuff, but it's definitely not as important as the last two.
Eric and I found ourselves immersed in conversation in the basement, and as people started arriving, we were downstairs; whenever anyone came down for beer, we talked to them, and ended up meeting everyone at the party during our time in the basement without ever even going upstairs. Well, we did go upstairs, but we met everyone first. And these people were all really cool... I think at least 3 different people were talking about various threesomes. This is the patchwork of a very humorous discussion... these are like, 23, 24 year olds, I think (I don't really know their age for sure, but a lot older than us).
A"Yeah, it was weird... I couldn't get it up."
B"Were they fat chicks?"
C"Of course they were, only fat chicks do threesomes. They were fat, right?"
A"..."
C"Yeah."
B"But you couldn't get it up?"
A"Well, it's not like I ever have trouble getting hard. I'm hard right now. But they were really bad kissers, for one thing."
B"I hate bad kissers. Like... I don't mind some biting, but some girls, they like drag their teeth across your tongue and it's like they're scraping off all your tastebuds."
C"Waitaminute, you couldn't get hard because they were bad kissers?"
A"Also, like, well I was just trying to get some. I didn't care about kissing, really, I was just trying to get my hand up in there."
C"You just tried shoving it up there?"
A"Yeah, and they pushed me away."
B"Wait, who was this with?"
A"It was my best friend [name edited for dignity]..."
B"..and how did this happen? Did you just like, hear them doing it and you went in?"
A"No, they called me in."
C"They just yelled out to you, 'come in and get some of this?'"
A"Yeah."
B"Who else was it?"
A"You know Rebecca?"
C"Oh man! Rebecca??"
A"Yeah. I felt kind of weird because she's just seventeen..."
Eric and I both played Jake in Ping Pong... he's the sorest loser/winner in the game. "Oh, somethings wrong with my paddle." "You're going to look back and say, 'hey, remember when i was winning?'" "You just got raped!" But it was still fun to play, and play we did, over and over. Finally, Eric and I decided to make a venture upstairs.
It was the same upstairs as before, just with a few more people and a very drunk Ginger looking like she was about to pass out. She ended up being the most fun to talk to, as well... we got the Whole Drunk Rundown, that life story in ten minutes with slurred speech, complete with life goals, lessons where the orator shakes her fingers at her audience, and ending with a giggle. Gingers was fun... she's an art teacher for a bunch of kids our age, but they're jackasses in... Virginia, was it? One of those states. Oh, also, Ginger kept making fun of a 12 year old who was at Thanksgiving with Eric's family. It was really funny to hear her talking about what a crappy artist the girl was; and apparently, I'd missed the girl saying that "I'm in a band... but we don't really play any instruments." I'm glad I wasn't there when she said it... I would have felt bad laughing at her. And I would have laughed. A lot.
We left Ginger to chat with Anna as more fun ensued. Eventually, everyone came downstairs for a push-up contest, because these guys are awesome. The girls were just sitting in the back, complaining because no one was hitting on them. I didn't expect to push ten, but we all started and Eric and I both dropped out at the count of 22. Chris dropped out at the found of 43, I think, but he wasn't keeping up with the pace, he said he had around 33... it was determined that Andy was the winner. He got the four dollars and boot change, the latter part of the pot being from Eric, and decided he was going to buy half an sandwich at a fancy restaurant.
After a while we left; there was a minor hitch in getting out, and we found that the best solution for any problem was to just ignore it and drive. I have no idea what time it was. And shit... where did we sleep? Oh, Eric's mom's house. He was opposed to sleeping there, but he didn't have the keys to get in.
I woke up at nine and showered. I wasn't tired at all, which was unusual. Eric and I went to da Pancake House, where I got a fried steak... I didn't know they had that. But they do. And it was pretty good. That and the pancakes and the eggs and the lots of coffee. We killed some time and ended up watching Thumbsucker... it was okay. I can't really have very strong feelings on the film because it, in itself, wasn't very strong; watching Thumbsucker was kind of like drinking really weak tea. Well, anyway, Eric left and I think I ended up napping somewhere... or doing something. I don't remember, which is a pretty good sign that I was napping. Anyway, Mom and Luke left to go do something after the kids were put to bed, so I stayed with them and ordered a pizza for Xavier and myself. For the first time in a long time, I turned the TV on out of pure boredom, and was reminded of how much I hate the new Star Wars movies when I found that episode two was on. God... that movie... so bad. Right, anyway, pizza came, Eric called, I couldn't go out yet, so my wait continued until the parents arrived home. Then I couldn't get in touch with Eric again, so I just slumped around, overcome by a sudden tiredness.
By the time Eric got to my house, it was late into the eleventh hour. Josh called and told us he was out for the night and in Owings Mills, at Rachel Singer's house. Sounded cool, so I pitched it to Eric and we left. Oh, I drove at first, but I did a terrible job and decided that driving tired sucks ass. And yeah, we ended up at the house around Midnight, and it was a handful of last years' seniors, most of whom left as soon as arrived.
I started drinking tea, Eric went to sleep on the couch. It became a little discussion between Josh, Dan, Rachel and I about, at first bizarre drug stories, and because each of our minds was so uniquely... diverse, we had all sorts of great stories to tell until, like, one twenty two or something. It was a lot of fun, actually. But it was late.
Josh drove Dan home and Eric and I went back to my house, then Josh arrived at my house and we all shuffled around and didn't really do anything and then we fell asleep in my room.
Saturday! Oh man! Saturday was great! I didn't do anything... then I kept doing nothing. Well, I mean, I obviously did something, but it's not worth writing down... or even remembering, for that matter. By seven, I was pretty much just ready to call it a night and go to sleep. Something kept me going, and I ended up talking to Lily and trying to figure out something to do... I looked at movies, it's all a lot of pure shit right now, at least, at the one theater to which I can walk. Eventually, Korman gave me a call, and he asked if I wanted a little bag of sunshine to make an appearance.
Ben got here and we grabbed our coats, an oversized Batman action figure, and th digital camera and headed out to Towson. We posed Batman everywhere and gave him to people to hold. We met this really cool 50 year old women who we tried to convince did not look 50... what do you all think? She tried to offer us cigarettes, using the logic that something was going to kill us, and it would probably be sooner rather than later, so why not? Like I said, cool.
Click the photo to see the whole set. Anyway, as you can see from the pictures (if you look) we met up with Sam and Joffee and eventually Hillary and Zoe and another girl... I'm still working on everyone's names. We met the boys outside of the Recher, and the girls were inside the mall (where we were informed that we couldn't be taking pictures when we tried to get the Mall Cops to pose with Batman). It was a lots of fun. All of it. And when everyone went home, Ben and I looked at the pictures and uploaded them all... then Ben left and I went to bed. After 15 minutes of sleepy quiet, Xavier knocked, told me he was full of energy, and wanted to do something. I shooed him away. A couple minutes later, my phone rang... now, my phone typically doesn't ring. People don't ever call just to talk, and I rarely conduct any business on my phone, so whenever I get a call, it's mostly either dumb girls who found my number somewhere or Eric calling to do something. This night, it was the latter, although it was near midnight. Actually, I think it was past midnight. I groggily answered, talked to him for a couple minutes, then put some pants on in the dark... I called Xavier (I don't care if we live in the same house, yes, I called him).
"Xavier, get ready to go out. We're gonna go party at Mac's."
We sat up waiting for Eric, and he came, and we left, and drove to Mac's. Mac was not yet home, so we entertained ourselves in the car. Finally, Mac arrived with Elias, and we made quesadillas and shot the shit (not literally) and had fun with 3-D glasses and watched stupid crap on the television. Eric realized around 2:30 that he had to leave, did actually leave until 3:30 or so, and Mac drove Xavier and I home. I fell asleep. I woke up today at almost one. It's been a very long weekend. This post makes it feel even longer. Hey, now I've got some homework to do.
We boomaranged back to school, and decided to play nutball for some reason; that is, sitting on opposite ends of a room and throwing a hackysack at one another's nuts. Having balls of steel, Josh (M) and I found that the hackysack just wasn't cutting it since there was no real challenge or danger in getting hit. So he left, and eventually returned with a baseball. That was... that was definitely heavier. And more painful. He got two good hits on me, and I got one good one on him that hit his crotch and bounced up and hit him in the face. We're real men. We define that as hurting ourselves publicly, then talking about how tough we are. And writing about it on the internet later.
I called my mother to pick my up, then demanded Nicky drive me around in the parking lot. Once we got to her car, I got in the driver's seat, managed to steal her keys out of her hand and started the car. She put up a big fuss. She's a whiner. After bitching at me for about five minutes, I let her drive... typical, though, women are always trying to control you. By all rights the car was mine... I'd gotten in the seat first and stolen her keys. She drove me to Trader Joe's where she was trying to buy lunch on a budget of two dollars because she's poor, and Mom picked me up there to take me to Plaza. I got some new watercoloring supplies and a new journal; from there, home.
I painted for a while, drew and played around with the new paints, until Elliot and Kashan walked in. We walked to the park where we found ourselves in the icy grips of the winter night (and by that, I mean we were really, really cold). Mario came by, picked us up and dropped Kashan and I off at my house... there was naught much to do, so I agreed to help her try and scalp a ticket for the SR-71 show. We drove to Towson listening to the Kashan Car CD I made, because if we don't listen to that, she tries to kill my soul by playing her devil's music.
We parked... illegally... and walked to the Recher, where a bunch of girls not wearing enough clothing were waiting for the doors to open (in 45 minutes). I don't understand the point in getting to a show early, just so that you can wait in the cold and end up being at the venue for an extra two hours before the band even goes on. In SR's case, I don't think that they ended up going on till ten thirty or eleven. Regardless, as soon as we arrived, a not very attractive girl shouted "Ticket for sale! Reasonable price!" At twenty (the cost of a ticket in the first place), Kashan bought it, and on our way back to the car, I informed the poorly attired girls that they should, in fact, put on a damn jacket.
Since the show wasn't for a while, we went to an Indian place in Towson that I tend to frequent... it's by far the best restaurant, and shit, Indian cuisine is the fucking greatest. On a budget of pocket change, we each got an order of chicken soup and naan. Both items were fantastic. We just sat and talked for a long time, which was more or less a first for me, considering Kashan and I used to just end up smoking pot or watching something on TV. Without either narcotic (yes, I am well aware that neither of them are narcotics, shut up), we ended up discussing all sorts of shit. Around eight thirty, we paid, I took a quick couple of pictures (and I supposed I'll take this opportunity to plug the Flickr of Xavier and I, check us out at http://www.flickr.com/photos/aladdinandxavierrule/) and left.
Kashan dropped me off at home, and I did some painting and writing before fall asleep.
I hate Thanksgiving. I mean, my family and all... all the "adults," that is, the middle aged women who all grew up on too many drugs during the seventies, are so annoying. My mother asked me to call some friends, or anyone who would come over in order to get our family to behave. I ignored her as I so often do, and sort of moped around until people started arriving. My grandfather and grandmother, along with family friend Jerry were the first to show up, they always are... my Grandfather asked me to take pictures of everyone, and I was glad to, because taking pictures is fun. My aunt called to say she'd be late, and... eh. I don't feel like writing about Thanksgiving. The family part, anyway. It's just kind of boring and depressing. Actually, a lot of it's really funny, too. My cousins are great. Adam, who's got eight years on me, was telling us about one of his customers at a table he was serving... the guy asked for the "salmon," pronouncing it phonetically. Adam replied with, "I'm sorry sir, I have no idea what you're talking about." "The salmon," the guy repeated, still incurring the wrath of the pronunciation gods with his English faux pas. "The what now?" Finally the guy pointed to the dish on the menu, and Adam happily replied, "Oh, the SAM-en." The guy's face went red, and Adam told him, "It's okay sir, no need to feel bad. You're an American, you can pronounce it however the hell you want."
Anyway, yeah, the thanksgiving kind of sucked, so I called Eric, and got Orpheus to accompany me in the car so that I could drive to his dad's house. I left Orpheus with the car, along with a bottle of wine I got on my way out of our house... actually, come to think of it, it's still in the trunk of the car. Of my mother's car. I should probably do something about that if I don't want to answer weird questions in a couple days from now.
Anyway, Eric's was pretty cool. There was a bunch of his family there, including Jake and (although she was asleep when I arrived) Anna. I talked to some of the various people, and met Ginger, with whom we'd be spending the rest of the night. In the meantime, it was a party in Eric's room, what with the... computer, and my Rolling Rock. And... yeah, okay, so it wasn't really exciting or anything, but it was really nice and much more pleasant than the Rutledge household.
After a while of Eric trying to find his coat and keys ("Eric, did you look in the car?" "It's not in the car!" "Eric, try the car." "I'm telling you, it's not in the car!" "Eric, will you just look in the car?"). His coat was in his car, his keys were in his room. Anna, Jake, Ginger, Eric and I all set off to Woodstock in order to find the home of Chris Freeland (AKA Frenemies [www.myspace.com/frenemies]). On the way, we stopped for Bawls, and then spent a good half hour traveling through the dark and forgotten regions of Baltimore County in order to find the house. I don't know when we got there... it could have been seven or nine, but regardless, we were the first people to show up, other than Chris' brother Andy (drummer for Wailsounds, check them out @ www.myspace.com/wailsounds). The house was very spacious and nice, neat stuff adorning the walls. The basement was filled with musical equipment, camping stuff, a ping pong table and beer. There was other stuff, but it's definitely not as important as the last two.
Eric and I found ourselves immersed in conversation in the basement, and as people started arriving, we were downstairs; whenever anyone came down for beer, we talked to them, and ended up meeting everyone at the party during our time in the basement without ever even going upstairs. Well, we did go upstairs, but we met everyone first. And these people were all really cool... I think at least 3 different people were talking about various threesomes. This is the patchwork of a very humorous discussion... these are like, 23, 24 year olds, I think (I don't really know their age for sure, but a lot older than us).
A"Yeah, it was weird... I couldn't get it up."
B"Were they fat chicks?"
C"Of course they were, only fat chicks do threesomes. They were fat, right?"
A"..."
C"Yeah."
B"But you couldn't get it up?"
A"Well, it's not like I ever have trouble getting hard. I'm hard right now. But they were really bad kissers, for one thing."
B"I hate bad kissers. Like... I don't mind some biting, but some girls, they like drag their teeth across your tongue and it's like they're scraping off all your tastebuds."
C"Waitaminute, you couldn't get hard because they were bad kissers?"
A"Also, like, well I was just trying to get some. I didn't care about kissing, really, I was just trying to get my hand up in there."
C"You just tried shoving it up there?"
A"Yeah, and they pushed me away."
B"Wait, who was this with?"
A"It was my best friend [name edited for dignity]..."
B"..and how did this happen? Did you just like, hear them doing it and you went in?"
A"No, they called me in."
C"They just yelled out to you, 'come in and get some of this?'"
A"Yeah."
B"Who else was it?"
A"You know Rebecca?"
C"Oh man! Rebecca??"
A"Yeah. I felt kind of weird because she's just seventeen..."
Eric and I both played Jake in Ping Pong... he's the sorest loser/winner in the game. "Oh, somethings wrong with my paddle." "You're going to look back and say, 'hey, remember when i was winning?'" "You just got raped!" But it was still fun to play, and play we did, over and over. Finally, Eric and I decided to make a venture upstairs.
It was the same upstairs as before, just with a few more people and a very drunk Ginger looking like she was about to pass out. She ended up being the most fun to talk to, as well... we got the Whole Drunk Rundown, that life story in ten minutes with slurred speech, complete with life goals, lessons where the orator shakes her fingers at her audience, and ending with a giggle. Gingers was fun... she's an art teacher for a bunch of kids our age, but they're jackasses in... Virginia, was it? One of those states. Oh, also, Ginger kept making fun of a 12 year old who was at Thanksgiving with Eric's family. It was really funny to hear her talking about what a crappy artist the girl was; and apparently, I'd missed the girl saying that "I'm in a band... but we don't really play any instruments." I'm glad I wasn't there when she said it... I would have felt bad laughing at her. And I would have laughed. A lot.
We left Ginger to chat with Anna as more fun ensued. Eventually, everyone came downstairs for a push-up contest, because these guys are awesome. The girls were just sitting in the back, complaining because no one was hitting on them. I didn't expect to push ten, but we all started and Eric and I both dropped out at the count of 22. Chris dropped out at the found of 43, I think, but he wasn't keeping up with the pace, he said he had around 33... it was determined that Andy was the winner. He got the four dollars and boot change, the latter part of the pot being from Eric, and decided he was going to buy half an sandwich at a fancy restaurant.
After a while we left; there was a minor hitch in getting out, and we found that the best solution for any problem was to just ignore it and drive. I have no idea what time it was. And shit... where did we sleep? Oh, Eric's mom's house. He was opposed to sleeping there, but he didn't have the keys to get in.
I woke up at nine and showered. I wasn't tired at all, which was unusual. Eric and I went to da Pancake House, where I got a fried steak... I didn't know they had that. But they do. And it was pretty good. That and the pancakes and the eggs and the lots of coffee. We killed some time and ended up watching Thumbsucker... it was okay. I can't really have very strong feelings on the film because it, in itself, wasn't very strong; watching Thumbsucker was kind of like drinking really weak tea. Well, anyway, Eric left and I think I ended up napping somewhere... or doing something. I don't remember, which is a pretty good sign that I was napping. Anyway, Mom and Luke left to go do something after the kids were put to bed, so I stayed with them and ordered a pizza for Xavier and myself. For the first time in a long time, I turned the TV on out of pure boredom, and was reminded of how much I hate the new Star Wars movies when I found that episode two was on. God... that movie... so bad. Right, anyway, pizza came, Eric called, I couldn't go out yet, so my wait continued until the parents arrived home. Then I couldn't get in touch with Eric again, so I just slumped around, overcome by a sudden tiredness.
By the time Eric got to my house, it was late into the eleventh hour. Josh called and told us he was out for the night and in Owings Mills, at Rachel Singer's house. Sounded cool, so I pitched it to Eric and we left. Oh, I drove at first, but I did a terrible job and decided that driving tired sucks ass. And yeah, we ended up at the house around Midnight, and it was a handful of last years' seniors, most of whom left as soon as arrived.
I started drinking tea, Eric went to sleep on the couch. It became a little discussion between Josh, Dan, Rachel and I about, at first bizarre drug stories, and because each of our minds was so uniquely... diverse, we had all sorts of great stories to tell until, like, one twenty two or something. It was a lot of fun, actually. But it was late.
Josh drove Dan home and Eric and I went back to my house, then Josh arrived at my house and we all shuffled around and didn't really do anything and then we fell asleep in my room.
Saturday! Oh man! Saturday was great! I didn't do anything... then I kept doing nothing. Well, I mean, I obviously did something, but it's not worth writing down... or even remembering, for that matter. By seven, I was pretty much just ready to call it a night and go to sleep. Something kept me going, and I ended up talking to Lily and trying to figure out something to do... I looked at movies, it's all a lot of pure shit right now, at least, at the one theater to which I can walk. Eventually, Korman gave me a call, and he asked if I wanted a little bag of sunshine to make an appearance.
Ben got here and we grabbed our coats, an oversized Batman action figure, and th digital camera and headed out to Towson. We posed Batman everywhere and gave him to people to hold. We met this really cool 50 year old women who we tried to convince did not look 50... what do you all think? She tried to offer us cigarettes, using the logic that something was going to kill us, and it would probably be sooner rather than later, so why not? Like I said, cool.
Click the photo to see the whole set. Anyway, as you can see from the pictures (if you look) we met up with Sam and Joffee and eventually Hillary and Zoe and another girl... I'm still working on everyone's names. We met the boys outside of the Recher, and the girls were inside the mall (where we were informed that we couldn't be taking pictures when we tried to get the Mall Cops to pose with Batman). It was a lots of fun. All of it. And when everyone went home, Ben and I looked at the pictures and uploaded them all... then Ben left and I went to bed. After 15 minutes of sleepy quiet, Xavier knocked, told me he was full of energy, and wanted to do something. I shooed him away. A couple minutes later, my phone rang... now, my phone typically doesn't ring. People don't ever call just to talk, and I rarely conduct any business on my phone, so whenever I get a call, it's mostly either dumb girls who found my number somewhere or Eric calling to do something. This night, it was the latter, although it was near midnight. Actually, I think it was past midnight. I groggily answered, talked to him for a couple minutes, then put some pants on in the dark... I called Xavier (I don't care if we live in the same house, yes, I called him).
"Xavier, get ready to go out. We're gonna go party at Mac's."
We sat up waiting for Eric, and he came, and we left, and drove to Mac's. Mac was not yet home, so we entertained ourselves in the car. Finally, Mac arrived with Elias, and we made quesadillas and shot the shit (not literally) and had fun with 3-D glasses and watched stupid crap on the television. Eric realized around 2:30 that he had to leave, did actually leave until 3:30 or so, and Mac drove Xavier and I home. I fell asleep. I woke up today at almost one. It's been a very long weekend. This post makes it feel even longer. Hey, now I've got some homework to do.