went up to boulder last night to hang out w/ some friends i haven't seen in a while. had a good dinner and some beers, but then it was too late to go bowling, as we had planned. so we went to the nearest bar w/ pool tables you pay for by the hour, so you don't have to worry a/b always winning to keep your table.
i haven't played pool in years. i did ok, but things got messier the more stoli-vanilla and coke's i had. damn skyy for introducing me to that drink! i usually don't like sweet drinks like that, but i really wanted icecream, and at 10:30 there was nowhere to get that, so i had to settle for drinks for dessert.
anyway, funny story - this bar is usually frequented by the sorority/fraternity, trust-fund, half j.crew-half urban outfitters, christina aguillara/brad pitt wannabes - and last night was no exception. my friend and i were both wearing way too much fabric to look like we belonged. but aparently our asses looked good enough bent over the pool table to attract the attention of a fat, bald tech geek in a black polo shirt who kept standing right where the cue had to go to make a shot, and 2 old men who just hovered at the corner of our table, arms crossed in front of black leather blazers, grinning under their mustaches and blatently looking us up and down.
ick.
so, excused ourselves to go to the ladies room only to overhear the most assanine conversation between 2 girls a/b the 3rd - all of whom were in the handicapped stall (appropriately enough) discussing the pros and cons of vomitting, and how it sounds "really gross" but whatcha gotta do is just stick your finger down your throat. "i swear you;ll feel better tomorrow". then we just hear a lot of talk a/b how "totally wasted" everybody is interspersed w/ spitting into the toilet.
i certainly hope i don't sound like such a dipshit when i'm drunk.
but i guess that's why you drink w/ friends, eh?
i haven't played pool in years. i did ok, but things got messier the more stoli-vanilla and coke's i had. damn skyy for introducing me to that drink! i usually don't like sweet drinks like that, but i really wanted icecream, and at 10:30 there was nowhere to get that, so i had to settle for drinks for dessert.
anyway, funny story - this bar is usually frequented by the sorority/fraternity, trust-fund, half j.crew-half urban outfitters, christina aguillara/brad pitt wannabes - and last night was no exception. my friend and i were both wearing way too much fabric to look like we belonged. but aparently our asses looked good enough bent over the pool table to attract the attention of a fat, bald tech geek in a black polo shirt who kept standing right where the cue had to go to make a shot, and 2 old men who just hovered at the corner of our table, arms crossed in front of black leather blazers, grinning under their mustaches and blatently looking us up and down.
ick.
so, excused ourselves to go to the ladies room only to overhear the most assanine conversation between 2 girls a/b the 3rd - all of whom were in the handicapped stall (appropriately enough) discussing the pros and cons of vomitting, and how it sounds "really gross" but whatcha gotta do is just stick your finger down your throat. "i swear you;ll feel better tomorrow". then we just hear a lot of talk a/b how "totally wasted" everybody is interspersed w/ spitting into the toilet.
i certainly hope i don't sound like such a dipshit when i'm drunk.
but i guess that's why you drink w/ friends, eh?
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but i will answer it none the less
i would like to be able to teleport anywhere i want
or be invisible
i like to people watch
[Edited on May 14, 2003]