With Friends Like These.
I love awesome days.
What came from a rough night's sleep because my upstairs neighbor decided they wanted to do fucking jumping jacks all bloody night was a fantastic day. I had to be up early to open at Target. I hate opening, especially after I closed the night before. But the crew working today was loaded with awesome people. I spent a good majority of the day avoiding work by hanging out in Guest Service with Chrisanne. The time I did spend on the lanes, I was sandwiched between Holly and Vicky, causing many an amusing conversation in between guests. Talked a little Pete Yorn with Casey, who earlier admitted that he would be man enough to admitting he would cuddle with Pete Yorn (a tribute to the fact Yorn is Casey's favorite musician--or so one would hope). Samantha came in to rock out Food Avenue in the afternoon as well, as did Amanda come in for afternooning GSTL. All-star lineup. Tony came in late in the morning, though not working. He had previously asked if I could burn some songs onto a CD for him, seeing he is netless at the moment. It was a small space of time, as I got home around 11:00 the night before and had to come in for 8:00 the next morning, but I got it done. In what I consider a compliment, albeit an unorthodox one, Tony credited my awesomeness by saying "Dude, I would so go gay for you right now". I respond with "I like women, but thanks".
I get home around 5:00 where I see a message from Erik waiting for me on AIM. We had originally scheduled to have a jam session with the band that afternoon. However, it seemed that James, Matt, and Phil couldn't show. Naturally, I was disappointed. Very much so. I was looking forward to it the entire day. So I wait for him to return and ask if it was still cool to head down there and wreck shit up. He confirms, so I grab my guitar, amp, and effects pedal as well as my gig bag and head down to Webster. Turns out Phil had shown up, though he was bass-less. I almost thought about bringing my bass too, but decided against it. Too bad. As far as band progress, we got absolutely nothing done. But it was a much needed session, as I was desperate to jam with someone. I kicked it on guitar with Erik. We laid down this pretty groovy jazz-like dual riff at one point, completely improvised. We may come back to that at a later date. I set the drumset up and began banging away. It's amazing how much stress is released when drubbing on the skins. It's like whatever was wrong or was upsetting me just melts away when I beat up on the set. Very theraputic.
After about 90 minutes of straight riffing, we decide to pack it in. We head up to the living room where Kristen is watching TV. She had just gotten her wisdom teeth removed, so her cheeks were swollen. Phil was giving her shit about it all night. Erik's mom came home and offered to grill us up some hot dogs, to which the offer was taken up. His mom is so awesome. She's in the running for favorite friends' moms. We gobbled them up, and began hopping through the channels after deciding watching White Chicks was a gigantic waste of life. With Kristen in charge, we ended up watching Degrassi. Amusing little teenaged-angst high school drama show. Erik and Phil gave me shit because I was able to answer the question "What the heck is going on?". So sue me if I've seen an episode or two, none of which was on purpose. Everyone took that as a sign that I'm a fanatic of the show. Kristen even said we should start a Degrassi Club. How about no? After the show was over, we all moved into the dining room for a friendly game of Monopoly. It's expertly known that I am the Monopoly King. Well, if that was the case, consider me dethroned. I was the first one of us four eliminated. I didn't play a good game though. I kept landing on Chance and other non-property squares, thus giving me very little. What really killed me was Erik, Phil, and Kristen's big 3-way trade that essentially gave each of them a set of properties, leaving me completely fucked. Also, Phil was a douchebag and refused to give me the final piece of Bobbofornia (orange properties), even at my most lopsided trade of Boardwalk (to which he already owned Park Place), Electric Company, and 500 dollars. Bastard. I lasted probably longer than I should've, but in the end succombed to the barrage of Erik's Connecticut Avenue hotel and Kristen's gynormous Water bill.
It was about 11:00 when I left there, to find that Ryan (B.) was on his way down to Concord, totally unbeknowenst to me, to pay me a visit, Bopha and Pete accompanying. When I was finally able to reach them, they were essentially just at the Target parking lot (where I send all my friends to meet them, stupid apartment complex parking rules). I was just barely leaving Webster, so it took me a good 30 minutes to get there. But I guess they found plenty to amuse themselves with. I get there, and we talk and such in the empty Target parking lot. There were some jokes tossed around about how I'll get axed because of my friends and their antics if they were caught on the serveilance unit. We came back to my place, where they ate my food and drank my drinks (Hey, what're friends for?). We watched half of The Cable Guy that I ordered with On-Demand (it was free, don't think I'd pay to watch that movie). It was getting late, so I drove them back to Target so they could get cruising back to L-Town. It was a brief and uninspired visit, but it was just what the doctor ordered as I was feeling quite lonely earlier that week. My friends are straight-faced awesome.
Days like this are awesome. Sleep is also awesome, especially when faced with being awake for 20 hours working off 4 hours of sleep.
What came from a rough night's sleep because my upstairs neighbor decided they wanted to do fucking jumping jacks all bloody night was a fantastic day. I had to be up early to open at Target. I hate opening, especially after I closed the night before. But the crew working today was loaded with awesome people. I spent a good majority of the day avoiding work by hanging out in Guest Service with Chrisanne. The time I did spend on the lanes, I was sandwiched between Holly and Vicky, causing many an amusing conversation in between guests. Talked a little Pete Yorn with Casey, who earlier admitted that he would be man enough to admitting he would cuddle with Pete Yorn (a tribute to the fact Yorn is Casey's favorite musician--or so one would hope). Samantha came in to rock out Food Avenue in the afternoon as well, as did Amanda come in for afternooning GSTL. All-star lineup. Tony came in late in the morning, though not working. He had previously asked if I could burn some songs onto a CD for him, seeing he is netless at the moment. It was a small space of time, as I got home around 11:00 the night before and had to come in for 8:00 the next morning, but I got it done. In what I consider a compliment, albeit an unorthodox one, Tony credited my awesomeness by saying "Dude, I would so go gay for you right now". I respond with "I like women, but thanks".
I get home around 5:00 where I see a message from Erik waiting for me on AIM. We had originally scheduled to have a jam session with the band that afternoon. However, it seemed that James, Matt, and Phil couldn't show. Naturally, I was disappointed. Very much so. I was looking forward to it the entire day. So I wait for him to return and ask if it was still cool to head down there and wreck shit up. He confirms, so I grab my guitar, amp, and effects pedal as well as my gig bag and head down to Webster. Turns out Phil had shown up, though he was bass-less. I almost thought about bringing my bass too, but decided against it. Too bad. As far as band progress, we got absolutely nothing done. But it was a much needed session, as I was desperate to jam with someone. I kicked it on guitar with Erik. We laid down this pretty groovy jazz-like dual riff at one point, completely improvised. We may come back to that at a later date. I set the drumset up and began banging away. It's amazing how much stress is released when drubbing on the skins. It's like whatever was wrong or was upsetting me just melts away when I beat up on the set. Very theraputic.
After about 90 minutes of straight riffing, we decide to pack it in. We head up to the living room where Kristen is watching TV. She had just gotten her wisdom teeth removed, so her cheeks were swollen. Phil was giving her shit about it all night. Erik's mom came home and offered to grill us up some hot dogs, to which the offer was taken up. His mom is so awesome. She's in the running for favorite friends' moms. We gobbled them up, and began hopping through the channels after deciding watching White Chicks was a gigantic waste of life. With Kristen in charge, we ended up watching Degrassi. Amusing little teenaged-angst high school drama show. Erik and Phil gave me shit because I was able to answer the question "What the heck is going on?". So sue me if I've seen an episode or two, none of which was on purpose. Everyone took that as a sign that I'm a fanatic of the show. Kristen even said we should start a Degrassi Club. How about no? After the show was over, we all moved into the dining room for a friendly game of Monopoly. It's expertly known that I am the Monopoly King. Well, if that was the case, consider me dethroned. I was the first one of us four eliminated. I didn't play a good game though. I kept landing on Chance and other non-property squares, thus giving me very little. What really killed me was Erik, Phil, and Kristen's big 3-way trade that essentially gave each of them a set of properties, leaving me completely fucked. Also, Phil was a douchebag and refused to give me the final piece of Bobbofornia (orange properties), even at my most lopsided trade of Boardwalk (to which he already owned Park Place), Electric Company, and 500 dollars. Bastard. I lasted probably longer than I should've, but in the end succombed to the barrage of Erik's Connecticut Avenue hotel and Kristen's gynormous Water bill.
It was about 11:00 when I left there, to find that Ryan (B.) was on his way down to Concord, totally unbeknowenst to me, to pay me a visit, Bopha and Pete accompanying. When I was finally able to reach them, they were essentially just at the Target parking lot (where I send all my friends to meet them, stupid apartment complex parking rules). I was just barely leaving Webster, so it took me a good 30 minutes to get there. But I guess they found plenty to amuse themselves with. I get there, and we talk and such in the empty Target parking lot. There were some jokes tossed around about how I'll get axed because of my friends and their antics if they were caught on the serveilance unit. We came back to my place, where they ate my food and drank my drinks (Hey, what're friends for?). We watched half of The Cable Guy that I ordered with On-Demand (it was free, don't think I'd pay to watch that movie). It was getting late, so I drove them back to Target so they could get cruising back to L-Town. It was a brief and uninspired visit, but it was just what the doctor ordered as I was feeling quite lonely earlier that week. My friends are straight-faced awesome.
Days like this are awesome. Sleep is also awesome, especially when faced with being awake for 20 hours working off 4 hours of sleep.