… and Day 2 begins with sleeping till 11, which is awesome as I’d usually be at work at this time most likely having to do some stupid bullshit like helping the useless secretary find a file on the server (yes, she asks for help with something this simple AND she’s dumb enough to forget what files are where.)
Everyone else goes food shopping at Publix while I shower up and watch TV (Jeopardy! and Press Your Luck on the Game Show Network). We get back and have a very nice breakfast: toasted bagels, english muffins, scrambled eggs (sans milk) and mini-cinnabons. Simply put, it was fantastic. After that, we went to Walgreens for a beer run and went back to the apartment complex to hang out at the pool.
At the pool, Adam (the guy who we’re staying with this weekend) feels out the water and John (Danielle’s boyfriend) knocks him into the pool in hilarious fashion. What’s not so hilarious is that Adam had his wallet and cell phone in his pockets. If this was a story, this part of the story would be called a “plot twist”, as this fucks up everything that will happen after it. Anyways, we hang out and drink some beers at the pool and BS about Kevin Federrer’s attempt at being a celebrity (Bo Bo Zao!). I try going into the water, but the pool isn’t heated and I’m going in 1 step every 3 minutes. After 15 minutes or so, I say “Fuck it” and just dunk my head under… then got out anyway.
After the pool, we came back, changed and the others went food shopping again (this time for dinner). I stayed behind as I had no preference for dinner. So I played on Adam’s X-box (Simpsons: Road Rage (aka Crazy Taxi for The Simpsons) and Fable) until 6:30. They came back after what felt like a while and they started preparing dinner (by they, I actually mean Danielle because Real Men don’t cook*)
And the pre-gaming starts. And I hate pre-gaming. All it does is make me hate drinking later (why should I drink at the bar when I already drank at home?) A couple of Adam’s friends come over and we play darts before heading off in a cab at 10:45pm. We go to some place I don’t remember the name of but have pictures off (will be posted later) and we’re off to Banana Joe’s.
I was told this place was going to be different, and for the first few hours, it wasn’t. It was just another typical bar/club. All the girls wear their skimpy clothes (which I’m not really complaining about, just pointing out) and all the guys wear collared shirts (way to be original you stupid fuckers. Just because the color’s different doesn’t make you any more “stylish” or “unique” than the other idiots who go to the bar to get the same thing you do, and it’s not alcohol.) At about 1:00 or so, I exit the club to get some air because at that point, the Bud Light is beginning to taste like piss, and that’s when I know that I’m not having a good time; when I can’t drink the beer, I can’t not think about how fucking useless going to bars is.
I walk around outside for 15 minutes or so just to cool off, then I head back inside. This doesn’t last too long as I leave again, this time for 45 minutes. Everyone else has their friends inside but I don’t; I don’t have anything in common with anyone else inside except for the people I came with.
At 2:15 we finally leave and get a cab home. At this point, I finally remember that I really fucking hate drunk people in confined spaces (because you can’t get away from them.) Adam is trying to call this girl he met at the club previously, but he can’t because his phone is still messed up from before and it looks like John is dead tired (or about to throw up) so we make a hasty exit from the cab (after paying, of course) and I crash on the couch. Danielle’s hungry, so she makes pastina (COOKING AT 3:00 in the morning? WHY?). I’m indifferent and go to sleep.
The next day is baseball day (Yankees vs. Reds). Too bad Adam has to print out the tickets and doesn’t have a printer. And too bad we woke up late again and now have to rush to get ready while he finds a printer (or a computer with one.)
Moral of the day’s story: I hate bars.
* If you take this literally, I don’t want you ever coming back to this website.
Gotta love Press Your Luck on the Game Show Network. The best is a famous episode in which the guy figures out the whammy pattern and makes over $100,000.