field study
tonight marks the end of my blindly agreeing to go out with casual friends.
one of my co-workers asked me to join her at karaoke- which we had a mutual agreement to both just observe. with 'people' she said. i should really learn to be more wary of people i don't know.
i'm not sure what i was expecting. to my wonder, when we pulled into the parking lot, it was all strangly familiar. this was the bowling alley i'd been dragged to the first night i'd ever drunk! a bad sign, to be sure.
this was a red neck karaoke bar. not in the sense that that piece of plywood propped up on something is a redneck slide. it was a karaoke bar populated by rednecks. i was kind of scared.
and these "people" my friend had spoke of- her friends, through her new and somewhat dubious boyfriend. these guys made me thank god for the maturity that clint does have. these were the 'smell my finger' 'hope that chick won't give me VD' yager bomb-doing types. and an associated quiet girlfriend. and her two slutty friends.
it was like mars.
except it was deja-vu mars. i'd been here before, novemeber '06. a night which, in my mind, lives in infamy. since my nights of epic drinking are far and few between, they tend to stick out in my mind. now, in situations like this, when i'm pretty much surrounded by people intensely different from myself, i can feel myself getting stuck up. my vocabulary magically improves. its like a defense mechanism. in this case though, i restrained myself and held my uppity little tongue.
i thought about these, guys, trying to pick up girls. i thought, with some amusement, of how, if they tried to have a conversation with me, and i spoke my mind, they would run for the hills. that or bait my upper middle class sensibilities.
i was so thankful that i will never have to deal with this shit. the missoula nightlife disturbs me- when i was almost home, getting out of my friend's car, it was like a frenzy- have i mentioned that i live within throwing distance of about 5 bars? 1 am on a saturday night is mayhem.
so, like i said, i count myself grateful to be keeping this kind of excursion, space travel, field study, or however i've mixed this metaphor, to just that.
by the end of this summer, i WILL have taught myself to make cheese. if its written, i'll have to make it happen.
i have wierd goals.
one of my co-workers asked me to join her at karaoke- which we had a mutual agreement to both just observe. with 'people' she said. i should really learn to be more wary of people i don't know.
i'm not sure what i was expecting. to my wonder, when we pulled into the parking lot, it was all strangly familiar. this was the bowling alley i'd been dragged to the first night i'd ever drunk! a bad sign, to be sure.
this was a red neck karaoke bar. not in the sense that that piece of plywood propped up on something is a redneck slide. it was a karaoke bar populated by rednecks. i was kind of scared.
and these "people" my friend had spoke of- her friends, through her new and somewhat dubious boyfriend. these guys made me thank god for the maturity that clint does have. these were the 'smell my finger' 'hope that chick won't give me VD' yager bomb-doing types. and an associated quiet girlfriend. and her two slutty friends.
it was like mars.
except it was deja-vu mars. i'd been here before, novemeber '06. a night which, in my mind, lives in infamy. since my nights of epic drinking are far and few between, they tend to stick out in my mind. now, in situations like this, when i'm pretty much surrounded by people intensely different from myself, i can feel myself getting stuck up. my vocabulary magically improves. its like a defense mechanism. in this case though, i restrained myself and held my uppity little tongue.
i thought about these, guys, trying to pick up girls. i thought, with some amusement, of how, if they tried to have a conversation with me, and i spoke my mind, they would run for the hills. that or bait my upper middle class sensibilities.
i was so thankful that i will never have to deal with this shit. the missoula nightlife disturbs me- when i was almost home, getting out of my friend's car, it was like a frenzy- have i mentioned that i live within throwing distance of about 5 bars? 1 am on a saturday night is mayhem.
so, like i said, i count myself grateful to be keeping this kind of excursion, space travel, field study, or however i've mixed this metaphor, to just that.
by the end of this summer, i WILL have taught myself to make cheese. if its written, i'll have to make it happen.
i have wierd goals.