lord, i was born a ramblin' man
It's almost 3am and my house smells like weed. It was the first thing that greeted me when I walked in the door. I went to the park with the dog like I was supposed to. We took a longer path through the park than the last two times, and I think it was a bit too ambitious. We were both way tired when it was all said and down, and now my right calf is sore up near the back of my knee. I went to work soon after, a bit later than I wanted to. I took the chicken out of my freezer with the intention of cooking it, but I didn't get around to that until 2pm...right when I left to take the dog to the park.
It was like a spring day today. Y'know, like the first warm day of the year. Like really warm. When the seasons start changing (and there are really only two here in town), I usually check the weather on the first day I notice, just to see if the change was as drastic as it felt, but I didn't do that this time. I forgot. Since it was so warm, though, the park was bustling with people, and the part of the creek they've sectioned off for swimming was jumping, even though the water was probably about 40 degrees. It's all snow melt and rain water, I think. (It looks like it was about 70 at the warmest time of day, but right around now it's close to 30, which makes figuring out how to dress when you leave the house a real bitch.)
After work, I had plans to go to a friend's house to watch some UFC pay-per-view, play poker and have a few drinks. Turns out that the PPV ended as soon as I got there, they decided not to hold a game of poker and we all ended up watching Starship Troopers in fastforward on OnDemand before spilling out into the bars.
My friend had a few of his friends in town, so there was a big group of us. I rolled over to the house with some people from the video store. We hit the one biker bar near my house, but the natives were getting restless. They wanted to see girls, so my friend asked me where we should go. I'm not an authority, mind you, but my job kinda keeps me in the loop about what's going on where on what night. I like to go out to drink, but I'm not much for the bar scene. I prefer to be some place dark where I can drink in peace. I suppose, in laymen's terms, that makes me an alcoholic.
We were having a great time. Even though I call him my "friend," really, it's just some dude that I know because we all go to this one neighborhood video store. The owner of that store is a good friend of mine, so because of that place, there's a group of us who hang out from time to time. Anyway, the dude who was hosting the UFC event had some friends in town, and I think I may have mentioned it before, but they wanted to see females, the young kind, so we hit up the frat bars.
There was a lot of laughing and yelling, and those are things I've sorely needed lately Over the course of four hours, I had five drinks of varying potency and a burrito that seemed necessary at the time. As I write this, I wonder what chemical reactions are occurring in my stomach and how they will affect my Sunday. But I guess that's part of the fun.
Starship Troopers is fucking awful by the way. But it may be the bestest awful movie of all time.
It was like a spring day today. Y'know, like the first warm day of the year. Like really warm. When the seasons start changing (and there are really only two here in town), I usually check the weather on the first day I notice, just to see if the change was as drastic as it felt, but I didn't do that this time. I forgot. Since it was so warm, though, the park was bustling with people, and the part of the creek they've sectioned off for swimming was jumping, even though the water was probably about 40 degrees. It's all snow melt and rain water, I think. (It looks like it was about 70 at the warmest time of day, but right around now it's close to 30, which makes figuring out how to dress when you leave the house a real bitch.)
After work, I had plans to go to a friend's house to watch some UFC pay-per-view, play poker and have a few drinks. Turns out that the PPV ended as soon as I got there, they decided not to hold a game of poker and we all ended up watching Starship Troopers in fastforward on OnDemand before spilling out into the bars.
My friend had a few of his friends in town, so there was a big group of us. I rolled over to the house with some people from the video store. We hit the one biker bar near my house, but the natives were getting restless. They wanted to see girls, so my friend asked me where we should go. I'm not an authority, mind you, but my job kinda keeps me in the loop about what's going on where on what night. I like to go out to drink, but I'm not much for the bar scene. I prefer to be some place dark where I can drink in peace. I suppose, in laymen's terms, that makes me an alcoholic.
We were having a great time. Even though I call him my "friend," really, it's just some dude that I know because we all go to this one neighborhood video store. The owner of that store is a good friend of mine, so because of that place, there's a group of us who hang out from time to time. Anyway, the dude who was hosting the UFC event had some friends in town, and I think I may have mentioned it before, but they wanted to see females, the young kind, so we hit up the frat bars.
There was a lot of laughing and yelling, and those are things I've sorely needed lately Over the course of four hours, I had five drinks of varying potency and a burrito that seemed necessary at the time. As I write this, I wonder what chemical reactions are occurring in my stomach and how they will affect my Sunday. But I guess that's part of the fun.
Starship Troopers is fucking awful by the way. But it may be the bestest awful movie of all time.
2 comments:
It really is the most amesomest awful movie of all time. Brian and I "watched" it with enthusiasm back before I moved up to Chico. We provided the characters with their inner monologues.
Last night we watched True Romace, perhaps the happiest disfunctional movie we've ever scene. We both loved looking at all the now stars in bit parts. Damn, Q knew what he was doing. There were only three actors in the whole movie that we couldn't place.
When you come down again, I know where I'm taking you. First, we'll go to Original Joes, a not so good Italian rest. that goes back to my parent's day where they don't know the meaning of customer service and the inside is all 1980s gentlemen's club. Then, we'll hit up the San Jose Improv. and see whoever is playing. Then, back up to Japan town to a Kareoke bar kitty-corner to my house. It sells 4.50 bottles of Budlight, 7.00 massive bears by some other name, and has a very little Asian man who often gets to varying degrees of naked. If we can avoid a certain selection of my coworkers who have decided to make it their new hang out, it'll be perfect.
we watched starship troopers in fast forward, skipping all the dialog parts and going straight to the tits and gore. that movie's like 7 hours long or something. i nearly passed out from laughing at one point.
true romance is one of my favorite movies of all time. i just saw it again recently, and it still holds up. i saw it for the first time as a teenager, i think, and christian slater's character made it okay to work at a comic book store. patricia arquette never came in, though.
i approve of the itinerary, though i'm not sure about the little naked asian man.
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