My cousin Maria (Masha) turned 24 tonight.
We went to Chino Latino in uptown, and I became drunk off of the cherries in her drink. It doesn't take much.
Fifteen people came; dirty skaters that leaned their boards up against the walls of the fancy restaurant, hipsters that danced with the waiters, tattoo artists coming off of work, heroin addicts that ordered three courses and picked at their food, all there at one table.
Needless to say, it was an interesting night. A boy I don't know insisted on driving me home, though I only live 2 miles (2.1 mi according to Google Maps) away and I was hesitant, but Masha insisted that he was harmless. She was right, for the most part. He's a big squishy marshmallow of a being; not exactly overweight, but no real definition. The only incident was the part, where we were sitting at a red light on Park & Lake, and shots started going off. Of course, the kid just stalled there like a sitting duck, until I pulled on his arm and very calmly said, "Now is the time to accelerate, dear."
I'm not sure what my normal reaction would have been, but I'm not sure I would have been that cool and collected had I not been inebriated.
Also, those living in Minnesota ('m not sure about the other states), educate yourselves. It is perfectly legal to run a red light if you happen to find yourself in the midst of a gang war, especially if they're shooting in the general direction of your car.
We went to Chino Latino in uptown, and I became drunk off of the cherries in her drink. It doesn't take much.
Fifteen people came; dirty skaters that leaned their boards up against the walls of the fancy restaurant, hipsters that danced with the waiters, tattoo artists coming off of work, heroin addicts that ordered three courses and picked at their food, all there at one table.
Needless to say, it was an interesting night. A boy I don't know insisted on driving me home, though I only live 2 miles (2.1 mi according to Google Maps) away and I was hesitant, but Masha insisted that he was harmless. She was right, for the most part. He's a big squishy marshmallow of a being; not exactly overweight, but no real definition. The only incident was the part, where we were sitting at a red light on Park & Lake, and shots started going off. Of course, the kid just stalled there like a sitting duck, until I pulled on his arm and very calmly said, "Now is the time to accelerate, dear."
I'm not sure what my normal reaction would have been, but I'm not sure I would have been that cool and collected had I not been inebriated.
Also, those living in Minnesota ('m not sure about the other states), educate yourselves. It is perfectly legal to run a red light if you happen to find yourself in the midst of a gang war, especially if they're shooting in the general direction of your car.