Cake: Satan Is My Motor
So the morning after the day of eager anticipation, I get some room service and get ready for this day that's supposed to be full of activities. Willow had only a half day at work so I drive over to her place and we basically goof around, reading her comics and listening to music while waiting for her pal Libby to come over. I never met her until this day but she's another person who's heard plenty about me from Willow. "He DOES exist! I thought you only lived on the internet." She's a cool cat. A fellow artist/photographer so we talked a bit of shop while she was getting her hair dyed, but it eventually progressed into how we can't find fucking work these days. Life is still good, however...



In the meantime, I put myself to work to do her laundry because the woman had no clean clothes. One thing about me: if I'm visiting you and your place is a mess or you have nothing to wear, I feel compelled to clean your pigsty of a place up and make sure your clothes smell like Downy. It's damn annoying. Anyways, so I did everything but put away her panties... and Libby leaves but we'll meet up later in the night for a gallery exhibit. It isn't long until more friends come up and I meet yet another friend who thought I was a myth, named Chris. Naturally, another cool person; we got along well immediately. I excuse myself to change for the gallery. I think I was a bit overdressed in my Burberry suit (NAME DROP), but what the fuck. That's just how I suit up.

Before we walk over to the gallery, we stop for dinner at this Italian place however the wait was too long. We walk across the street and go in a semi-fancy pizzeria. Out come the bottles of wine and then the magic happens!

Two glasses...


Three glasses...


One bottle.

Alternate song: Cake: Alpha Beta Parking Lot
Man I have a fat face. The owner and the chef thought we were one silly group of people... "You're all the colors of the rainbow!" Not account of our varied ethnicity, but HAIR COLOR. Willow = blue (duh), Libby's red, Chris is a bright yellow, and Chris' girlfriend had streaks of purple. Naturally, I hold down the color black. Because that's the color of my soul. So yeah. Two pizzas and 2.5 bottles of wine later, we make our way into the gallery and it was cool. No photography allowed, however. Therefore, I'll use Chris as a template for the general reaction of the group...



It made us think. But not too much, since we were fairly buzzed. We then decided to check out the nearby bars and it was strange (for me). Not because I don't drink or have an aversion to bars, but it was the looks I was getting from the heavily tattooed bikers and rockabillies. None of them did or said anything because I was surprisingly one of the largest men in the area. Seriously, I saw more than my share of tiny, skinny men in the Northwest during my stay. After a bit of barhopping, Will and I had plans to watch a movie but that was scrapped for more walking around the city and watching the sunset from the rooftop. NO... it wasn't romantical or anything. It was the entire gang, you presumptive bastard. heh



It wasn't long after this that we all called it a night, but not before we walked Libby home. Then Willow and I walked back to her place, I changed and we said goodnight again.




But not before we got it on.






PSYCH!
You people are so GULLIBLE. Geez

Saturday would be a very physical test for me, as you'll read about tomorrow. Not only do I get to meet her girlfriend, but I have to run (not good) and jump off of vaults (terrible idea).