Jake gives me a call tonight and suggests that we should go to this crapshoot, Wild West Saloon, and dance it up with the "hotties." Me being the incredibly introverted fella that I am, I accept.
Craig gets called on his obviously fake ID and he is forced to leave, which in turn forces Jake and me to leave. After a couple run ins with some other friends, we take Craig home and return to Wild West.
The worst thing about Montana bars is the stereotypical image it conjures up is true: hicks. Well, I guess Billings is an "up to date" city so the typical folks were out: cowboys, Indians, 30-year old metrosexuals, jocks, preps, Sharks, Jets, etc. Somewhere, Jake and I get lost in the shuffle of genres.
Another problem with Montana is the insanely lop-sided ratio of men to women. Tonight, I think it was close to a 5:1, with most of the douches being wallflowers. Either that, or they were doing that crap called "grind dancing" on the dance floor with the (very) limited number of hot girls.
One of the two times Jake and I displayed our moves on the floor, the girls were seriously not interested. Perhaps it's the fact that I make retarded faces because, let's face it, grinding and dry humping on the dance floor is retarded.
I wasn't too impressed with the locals at this bar, either. It was pretty much a fucking fashion show with guys making lame remarks to the one female who did the sleaziest dancing. If she keeps up the pace she's at, she's going to be a chiropractor's dream.
Besides the fact that this was a fashion show, nobody, and I mean nobody, checked their ego/pride at the door. I couldn't even get people involved in some dancing that didn't involve a female straddling a fella's leg. Whatever, their loss. Same goes for the two girls I wasn't even dancing with but suddenly had the misfortune of making eye contact with, who then bolted off the dance floor.
Not quite sure what will happen on New Year's Eve. Jake knows a guy who is supposedly throwing this major party tonight, so that's the most likely option after dinner with my family. Jake also mentioned that a "smokin'-hot blonde from Red Lodge" who "has her upper lip pierced" will be attending. Her draw back? Pot smoker. And even if we do hit it off, she lives in a town where the male-female ratio is close to 15:1. Red Lodge blows.
The problem with that party is this guy's parents might be returning to Billings tonight. Not much of a disappointment to me though, because Jake and I could probably just hit up some of the more "respectable" bars in town. Do I sense KAROKEE? I'll don my best liquid eye-liner and fuck everybody up with the Madonna classic, "Like A Prayer."
Even if that proves to be a bust, there is always Dylan's appartment, which equates to guys sitting around drinking beer. Oh, the options. So if it all boils down to absolute crap, I'm going to rent Napoleon Dynamite and Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind and kick it with myself.
Millie didn't call me when she was in town. I wasn't expecting her to do so, so no broken heart this time.
KC stopped by the house about two hours ago and gave me the low-down of just about everybody we went to high school with. Despite the fact that he coins high school as "the worst four years of my life" that kid sure does love gossip about it. Apparently, the Class of 2002 of Skyview High School may just be the worst class ever. Most (like over 50%) of the guys either failed out of college, or are managers of chain stores. And just about 75% of the girls have children, are currently pregnant, or are college drop outs. Christ, I guess it won't take much to impress at the 10-year reunion.
In a matter of hours, nine to be exact, I'm going out to lunch with a few friends. I'm excited about it. Having a life that doesn't revolve around waking up around three in the afternoon isn't too shabby. I think I'll try to get Ben to go with us. He needs to get away from his intensly Mormon family/life every now and then.
I'm done rambling now.
Not quite. When KC came over, we looked through the old year book and he told me his gossip. Millie was so gorgeous back then. Now, despite the fact that she has put on a couple pounds, I still wouldn't mind "getting with that." And by that, I mean a relationship. Don't fret, I'm not investing any emotional stock in her...but she is still quite a welcome diversion from "you know who." Yeah, Millie. And Ibis from Real World/Road Rules, Battle of the Sexes 2.
I don't think David Bowie gets recognized enough past his endless list of popular singles and his reputation for "continually evolving." His old albums were really good, even if they all have that one memorable single. Check it out yo!
Craig gets called on his obviously fake ID and he is forced to leave, which in turn forces Jake and me to leave. After a couple run ins with some other friends, we take Craig home and return to Wild West.
The worst thing about Montana bars is the stereotypical image it conjures up is true: hicks. Well, I guess Billings is an "up to date" city so the typical folks were out: cowboys, Indians, 30-year old metrosexuals, jocks, preps, Sharks, Jets, etc. Somewhere, Jake and I get lost in the shuffle of genres.
Another problem with Montana is the insanely lop-sided ratio of men to women. Tonight, I think it was close to a 5:1, with most of the douches being wallflowers. Either that, or they were doing that crap called "grind dancing" on the dance floor with the (very) limited number of hot girls.
One of the two times Jake and I displayed our moves on the floor, the girls were seriously not interested. Perhaps it's the fact that I make retarded faces because, let's face it, grinding and dry humping on the dance floor is retarded.
I wasn't too impressed with the locals at this bar, either. It was pretty much a fucking fashion show with guys making lame remarks to the one female who did the sleaziest dancing. If she keeps up the pace she's at, she's going to be a chiropractor's dream.
Besides the fact that this was a fashion show, nobody, and I mean nobody, checked their ego/pride at the door. I couldn't even get people involved in some dancing that didn't involve a female straddling a fella's leg. Whatever, their loss. Same goes for the two girls I wasn't even dancing with but suddenly had the misfortune of making eye contact with, who then bolted off the dance floor.
Not quite sure what will happen on New Year's Eve. Jake knows a guy who is supposedly throwing this major party tonight, so that's the most likely option after dinner with my family. Jake also mentioned that a "smokin'-hot blonde from Red Lodge" who "has her upper lip pierced" will be attending. Her draw back? Pot smoker. And even if we do hit it off, she lives in a town where the male-female ratio is close to 15:1. Red Lodge blows.
The problem with that party is this guy's parents might be returning to Billings tonight. Not much of a disappointment to me though, because Jake and I could probably just hit up some of the more "respectable" bars in town. Do I sense KAROKEE? I'll don my best liquid eye-liner and fuck everybody up with the Madonna classic, "Like A Prayer."
Even if that proves to be a bust, there is always Dylan's appartment, which equates to guys sitting around drinking beer. Oh, the options. So if it all boils down to absolute crap, I'm going to rent Napoleon Dynamite and Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind and kick it with myself.
Millie didn't call me when she was in town. I wasn't expecting her to do so, so no broken heart this time.
KC stopped by the house about two hours ago and gave me the low-down of just about everybody we went to high school with. Despite the fact that he coins high school as "the worst four years of my life" that kid sure does love gossip about it. Apparently, the Class of 2002 of Skyview High School may just be the worst class ever. Most (like over 50%) of the guys either failed out of college, or are managers of chain stores. And just about 75% of the girls have children, are currently pregnant, or are college drop outs. Christ, I guess it won't take much to impress at the 10-year reunion.
In a matter of hours, nine to be exact, I'm going out to lunch with a few friends. I'm excited about it. Having a life that doesn't revolve around waking up around three in the afternoon isn't too shabby. I think I'll try to get Ben to go with us. He needs to get away from his intensly Mormon family/life every now and then.
I'm done rambling now.
Not quite. When KC came over, we looked through the old year book and he told me his gossip. Millie was so gorgeous back then. Now, despite the fact that she has put on a couple pounds, I still wouldn't mind "getting with that." And by that, I mean a relationship. Don't fret, I'm not investing any emotional stock in her...but she is still quite a welcome diversion from "you know who." Yeah, Millie. And Ibis from Real World/Road Rules, Battle of the Sexes 2.
I don't think David Bowie gets recognized enough past his endless list of popular singles and his reputation for "continually evolving." His old albums were really good, even if they all have that one memorable single. Check it out yo!
All I can say is good luck on the festivities tonight. I'm not really looking to hook-up, but rather just have fun with my friends (granted they're all very non-edge).