stephanina

What's better than being drunk? Being sober and watching drunk people when the bar closes from the safety of your above-the-bar loft. I was doing some much needed work on my paper in the semi-silence on a Thursday night when I realized it was fucking hot in the apartment. So I considered opening the windows but knew if I did I would be distracted from the not-so-silent Pine St. activity. However, I should not be sweating as I write my paper so I open the windows. And what happens next? I get distracted. I hear some guy yelling and carrying on so I get up to see what all the commotion is. He is yelling at the cops about who knows what and all of a sudden runs off. Its the most excitement I have had in a very long time. So the cop chases him and its an all out pursuit. That apparently was not enough action for me so I camped out by the window as it was closing time. I guess the parking spaces in front of my loft are now considered the hang out spot of after hours Pine St. because that's where everyone else camped out. No one knew I was watching and it was quite the scene watching drunks drive off not so safely and almost hitting cars. Then what really got me was seeing a guy pee by his car right in front of my place. He looked around to ensure no one was watching and began his buisness not knowing I was just a story above enjoying the show. Didn't see anything, didn't want to see anything as he was not attractive in any way, but the fact that he had no idea he was being watched was AWESOME!!! By this point I'm on the floor rolling and this does not happen often when I'm alone. To make things even better people finally realized I was watching. They turn the music up in their car and begin dancing and singing to me...very horribly may I add. And yes, the guy peeing also began but I think he was too drunk to put two and two together and realize I saw him. I had to call Callie on this one and share my happiness. Then they left. And now its quiet. Almost too quiet.
Oh how I love living on Pine St. (and for those that don't know, Pine St. is our bar street in Warrensburg where just about every bar in town is located. I live in an alcoholics paradise ).
Makes me think of what I am when I'm drunk...especially on those nights when I don't remember a thing. I bet I sing horribly also.