what? i was supposed to pack tonight?
i got home from work, made dinner and got sucked into watching reality tv on VH1 for 2 hours (that rarely ever happens, but when it does, its unstoppable), then when out for some good monday night drinking.
a friend called me (the only person i know who lives less than a 30 minute drive from my dads house) and told me to meet him in one of the two bars near us. this would be the epitomy of why i dont like going to bars in NJ. first off, i had to drive on a major highway to get there, always a good thing to have a major highway drive on your way home from drinking. i get there, have a beer, and two guys sit next to me. i had been looking at the one for a while (trying to figure out why he looked like he was pregnant, and if he was cross-eyed; however i think he took it as a sign that i was interested
) his pick up line: "i like your purse" nice...very manly. then he starts talking to me, asking me where im from, what i do. however he is drunk, so everything i say he is challenging me about.
him: what do you do?
me: like work or school?
him: stop avoiding the question. whhaattt dooo yoouuu dooo??
me: i work and go to school
him: why do you keep avoiding my questions??? that is not what i asked you
this went on about various topics, mostly about what i do and where i live in the city
me: i live around 187th st
him: i used to work as a bartender in the village
me: where in the village did you work?
him: 79th and amsterdam...its not really the village...but i know places there
him: i could name 10 bars around where you live
me: uhh i doubt that, there is 1 bar where i live
him: whats it called?
me: the monkey room
him: that is an irish bar!!
me: no, it is not that at all
him: yes it is!! the monkey house is so an irish bar!!!
me: ok dude, whatever you say
him: you are like that sexy secretary! arent you?
me: no i dont think so
him: yes you are! with those glasses
me: these are strictly for night time driving purposes
him: no, i bet you take them off and mess up your hair and you are like that sexy secretary
me: right...
this was followed by him stealing a cigarette from my friend and lighting the wrong end of it...
then i turn around away from him and a fucking old guy hits me in the face with a balloon
like i am at a 5 year olds birthday party
not to mention the bar closed at 11pm...although she let us stay till 11:45 or so
the only good part was on my drive home my ipod was awesome.
-blondie.call me
-no use for a name.not your savior
-rob zombie.living dead girl
-the police.demolition man
i have to wake up early to wash my hair...this hair straightening is starting to become a hassle. i swear my next haircut is going to involve a bic and some shaving cream
i got home from work, made dinner and got sucked into watching reality tv on VH1 for 2 hours (that rarely ever happens, but when it does, its unstoppable), then when out for some good monday night drinking.
a friend called me (the only person i know who lives less than a 30 minute drive from my dads house) and told me to meet him in one of the two bars near us. this would be the epitomy of why i dont like going to bars in NJ. first off, i had to drive on a major highway to get there, always a good thing to have a major highway drive on your way home from drinking. i get there, have a beer, and two guys sit next to me. i had been looking at the one for a while (trying to figure out why he looked like he was pregnant, and if he was cross-eyed; however i think he took it as a sign that i was interested
) his pick up line: "i like your purse" nice...very manly. then he starts talking to me, asking me where im from, what i do. however he is drunk, so everything i say he is challenging me about.
him: what do you do?
me: like work or school?
him: stop avoiding the question. whhaattt dooo yoouuu dooo??
me: i work and go to school
him: why do you keep avoiding my questions??? that is not what i asked you
this went on about various topics, mostly about what i do and where i live in the city
me: i live around 187th st
him: i used to work as a bartender in the village
me: where in the village did you work?
him: 79th and amsterdam...its not really the village...but i know places there
him: i could name 10 bars around where you live
me: uhh i doubt that, there is 1 bar where i live
him: whats it called?
me: the monkey room
him: that is an irish bar!!
me: no, it is not that at all
him: yes it is!! the monkey house is so an irish bar!!!
me: ok dude, whatever you say
him: you are like that sexy secretary! arent you?
me: no i dont think so
him: yes you are! with those glasses
me: these are strictly for night time driving purposes
him: no, i bet you take them off and mess up your hair and you are like that sexy secretary
me: right...
this was followed by him stealing a cigarette from my friend and lighting the wrong end of it...
then i turn around away from him and a fucking old guy hits me in the face with a balloon
like i am at a 5 year olds birthday party
not to mention the bar closed at 11pm...although she let us stay till 11:45 or so
the only good part was on my drive home my ipod was awesome.
-blondie.call me
-no use for a name.not your savior
-rob zombie.living dead girl
-the police.demolition man
i have to wake up early to wash my hair...this hair straightening is starting to become a hassle. i swear my next haircut is going to involve a bic and some shaving cream
stop avoiding the question. wwhhachha gonnna ddddo ttooo yourrr hhhhairrrr?