There was absolutely no gras in this mardi. Tonight suuuucked.
First of all, I had to work. We hosted a Christian Comedy Night. I did not get a whoop whoop from these folks.
On the way home, I played matchmaker for this girl at work who likes this other guy. I dated this girl like two weeks ago and I was catapulted into the friend zone. Yay me for being so ber cool and sensitive. I feel like Ducky.
I get home and finally find someone who wants to go out and have a drink. First we go to this one bar where I know the manager. That was pretty cool since I haven't talked to him in months, but we couldn't stay because my other friend had this girl waiting on him at another bar.
So we leave and meet girl plus friends, some of whom I know because we used to work together. One of these girls is
w a s t e d. After a mediocre night, my friend and I muscle in to drive her home for her protection. Well, I'm driving, and of course she blows chunks all over my car.
This is a brand new car folks. Less than a year after purchase, some old lady decides that stop signs aren't her thing and she plows into me. Now, 6 months later, drunken ex-friends are hurling all over the seat. I think I lease from now on.
So I manage not to hurl myself while cleaning up the car, but god, what a mess. The only thing that makes me grateful is that I know those f'ing punks that were with her would have raped her if I hadn't taken her home. The a'holes had the gall to be mistrustful of my friend and me as we loaded her into the car. And then they called her at about the time we pulled up to her house and I could hear him asking if he could come over. It's times like these that murder should be legal, or at least some form of medievel torture.
Anyway, today was non, non...non, non...non-triumphant.
Somebody tell me of their awesome mardi gras so I can live vicariously.
First of all, I had to work. We hosted a Christian Comedy Night. I did not get a whoop whoop from these folks.
On the way home, I played matchmaker for this girl at work who likes this other guy. I dated this girl like two weeks ago and I was catapulted into the friend zone. Yay me for being so ber cool and sensitive. I feel like Ducky.
I get home and finally find someone who wants to go out and have a drink. First we go to this one bar where I know the manager. That was pretty cool since I haven't talked to him in months, but we couldn't stay because my other friend had this girl waiting on him at another bar.
So we leave and meet girl plus friends, some of whom I know because we used to work together. One of these girls is
w a s t e d. After a mediocre night, my friend and I muscle in to drive her home for her protection. Well, I'm driving, and of course she blows chunks all over my car.
This is a brand new car folks. Less than a year after purchase, some old lady decides that stop signs aren't her thing and she plows into me. Now, 6 months later, drunken ex-friends are hurling all over the seat. I think I lease from now on.
So I manage not to hurl myself while cleaning up the car, but god, what a mess. The only thing that makes me grateful is that I know those f'ing punks that were with her would have raped her if I hadn't taken her home. The a'holes had the gall to be mistrustful of my friend and me as we loaded her into the car. And then they called her at about the time we pulled up to her house and I could hear him asking if he could come over. It's times like these that murder should be legal, or at least some form of medievel torture.
Anyway, today was non, non...non, non...non-triumphant.
Somebody tell me of their awesome mardi gras so I can live vicariously.
Hah! Awesome reference.
My mardi gras was ok, but not overly fantastic. I rolled to a local New Orleans-style restaurant (seemed appropriate), had some gumbo and bourbon-glazed shrimp, then rolled to the bar where I work for a couple drinks before rolling into a club around the corner from there to see a co-worker's band play, where a bunch of other co-workers were also hanging around. Then back to the bar for a bit, then home.
All in all, fun. Outstanding? Not really. But what the hell?