Sp St. Patrick's Day ended up being pretty rad. None of the girls were either able or apt to come out with us, so it ended up being a guy's night which, with my group of friends, is usually trouble.
We started off at one of our usual haunts, McTeigh's. There were an abnormal amount of people there, and a lot of them weren't from the usual crowd. For most of the evening the jukebox was controlled by a mixed group of yuppies and really, really beefy Marines, who, of course, treated us with nothing but Godsmack and Limp Bizkit all night. We started talked quite loudly about how much the aforementioned bands sucked, how it wasn't 1999 anymore, and how anyone who listens to such crap would definitely be considered both a poser and a pussy. Suprisingly enough, seeing as we were seated next to these guys at the bar, nothing happened. This is probably a good thing.
Anyway, after stumbing out of McTeigh's we decided to go see what was going on around Buckhead. For some reason we decided to go to Mako's, this fratty club with really bad DJs who play "In Da Club" next to things like "Sandstorm" and whose bartenders wear next to nothing. So you can imagine what this place was like. So we proceeded to get even more wasted, talk to a few vapid girls, and keep Paul from getting into a situation. At some point Kyle and I noticed that one of the shot girls looked familiar. We went and talked to her and, suprise! she went to our high school. I hadn't spoken to her since then and somewhere along the line she had gotten a nosejob and started wearing hotpants and selling shots to fratboys. Weird. Since we knew her, we got free shots, which is a plus.
On the way out, Mike stopped to pick up some bitches or something and so he and Ronnie decided to meet us back at the apartment later on. This meant that Kyle, Paul and I could get a ride home with Nate rather than call a cab. On the way to the car I heard some kid say something related to badmouthing Atlanta, so I turned around and told him to fuck off. As it turned out, he was making fun of someone else for not being from Atlanta, so I apologized, told the other kid to fuck off, and headed to the car. Nate thought that it was the funniest thing in the world.
I finally saw The Incredibles today. Great fuckin' movie.
The hair underneath my new tattoo is starting to grow back. Talk about itchy.
Oh, and while killing time before work in Media Play the other day I found an Avril Lavign tribute record that my friends formerly known as A Small Victory contributed to. I saw Danny later that night at MJQ, but I was too drunk to remember to mock him mercilessly. But there's always next week.
We started off at one of our usual haunts, McTeigh's. There were an abnormal amount of people there, and a lot of them weren't from the usual crowd. For most of the evening the jukebox was controlled by a mixed group of yuppies and really, really beefy Marines, who, of course, treated us with nothing but Godsmack and Limp Bizkit all night. We started talked quite loudly about how much the aforementioned bands sucked, how it wasn't 1999 anymore, and how anyone who listens to such crap would definitely be considered both a poser and a pussy. Suprisingly enough, seeing as we were seated next to these guys at the bar, nothing happened. This is probably a good thing.
Anyway, after stumbing out of McTeigh's we decided to go see what was going on around Buckhead. For some reason we decided to go to Mako's, this fratty club with really bad DJs who play "In Da Club" next to things like "Sandstorm" and whose bartenders wear next to nothing. So you can imagine what this place was like. So we proceeded to get even more wasted, talk to a few vapid girls, and keep Paul from getting into a situation. At some point Kyle and I noticed that one of the shot girls looked familiar. We went and talked to her and, suprise! she went to our high school. I hadn't spoken to her since then and somewhere along the line she had gotten a nosejob and started wearing hotpants and selling shots to fratboys. Weird. Since we knew her, we got free shots, which is a plus.
On the way out, Mike stopped to pick up some bitches or something and so he and Ronnie decided to meet us back at the apartment later on. This meant that Kyle, Paul and I could get a ride home with Nate rather than call a cab. On the way to the car I heard some kid say something related to badmouthing Atlanta, so I turned around and told him to fuck off. As it turned out, he was making fun of someone else for not being from Atlanta, so I apologized, told the other kid to fuck off, and headed to the car. Nate thought that it was the funniest thing in the world.
I finally saw The Incredibles today. Great fuckin' movie.
The hair underneath my new tattoo is starting to grow back. Talk about itchy.
Oh, and while killing time before work in Media Play the other day I found an Avril Lavign tribute record that my friends formerly known as A Small Victory contributed to. I saw Danny later that night at MJQ, but I was too drunk to remember to mock him mercilessly. But there's always next week.
At least that's the only explanation I can find for scheduling finals on the monday following St. Patricks day.
I drank green water while studying, though.
He has to deal with me when I get homesick.