| Been a long while. |
[Nov. 8th, 2005|11:34 pm] |
As the subject states, I havn't updated in a while. Mainly because I don't do much of anything besides work and sleep. But this weekend makes up for quite a bit.
Heard that They Might Be Giants were coming to town, so I hurried up and booked a ticket for the show. It was a fucking blast, and i'm still a little hoarse from the screaming along. Highlights include; An actual working conga line, Robot Parade, Confetti, bumping into a tiny person while jumping around, and lots of booze.
Well, my roomate was going to go to the Hive, the goth industrial night on the 2nd floor of the Crystal Ballroom. So I said my goodbyes to everyone and headed up to the club to find my roomate. Well, he wasn't there. So I had another screwdriver. And another. And another. I was on my 10th when he finally arrived. We mainly hung out outside the room so we could chat with people and drink without having the music cut off all conversation. I went to order another screwdriver, i'm not sure which number this one was. And the bartender informed me that I drank them out of oranges. I feel proud.
So, as this group of people tend to do after the club, we all go to this little diner that we can smoke in. I get a couple compliments on my outfit, which is funny. Because I was in my pajama pants and a random nike grey t-shirt. Apparently little white flowers on blue pajama pants is the new "black". At the dinner, this chick sitting next to me asks me if I would like to come home with her for the evening. Sound fun!
The next day, I hung out with corina for a while, and managed to get a fucking shower. I knew I smelled horible, the shirt I was wearing was worn for a few days, and I had gone to work in, gone to a concert in, gone to a club in, had sex in, and walked all over fucking portland in this shirt. So I figured the polite thing to do before meeting all of Bo's other friends is to get another shirt and a shower. I ended up at the fucking Gap. There was this hipster in front of me, Ipod Nano on his fucking BELT, cell phone in the other ear, his entire attire (ahA for rhyme) was Gap stuff, and he was just chatting away as loudly as could be. Behind me were like 5 girls chatting away trying to out volume the dude. And I'm just smoldering in the middle in my reeking shirt and hoodie hood thats been pinned to my coat. I managed to get out of there without slaying and/or humping something.
Dinner was awsome, bo can certainly cook. I asked sarah for a ride up to the max and she agreed, because she's fucking awesome like that. But I was offered instad a couch, so I figured why not. The next day was nothing but geekery and random shit, before Bo took me to the max.
Now, here is where my great weekend becomes a world of shit. This is why I am no longer going to be even slightly polite to fucking strangers. I've had it with people that I don't know. They can take a flying leap.
I get off the max in an area I don't know. It says 158th and Jenkins, but I don't recognize anything. So i'm walking around and even *I* am cold at this point. I figure i'll call a cab. Shit. Phone dies while i'm talking to the cab people. Hey, there is an SUV over there, running. I bet that person has change for a dollar. I head over to the vehicle, and i'm about 75 feet away when the bitch drives to the other end of the parking lot. I'm standing there with a "wtf" look on my face. Fine, bitch is gonna be like that, then i'll go try to find a 7-11 or something. So I walk around for a while, and can't find anything.
I walk back to Costco's parking lot, and there is the SUV still. I get anywhere near it, and the bitch takes off. No, locking her doors is too subtle. I got to make this random stranger in his pajama pants and looking cold feel like absolute fucking shit because I heard on CNN that 1/2 women get raped by people in jammie pants.
I go back to the max station, the few people there naturally have no change. And some of them just plain ignore me.
I finally go stand by the phone and try to remember some numbers I can call collect when I notice that the phone has a number on it to call using your credit card. Halleluhja i'm saved!
Come to find out, that if I had walked just another 1000 feet or so down one of the roads, I would have recognized the area and would have been home an hour before the taxi arrived.
But all and all, the weekend was worth it. And I at least have a story. |
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