If there’s one thing in this world that I love, it’s sleeping in. If there’s one thing I hate in this world, it would be hippies. If there was a second thing I hate in this world, it would be the people who wake you up earlier than you’d like. I didn’t encounter that person this week, but if I had, it would have been a throw down. I slept in until 3 because it seemed like a good idea and I was pretty darn tired. I stumbled out of my room and out into the common area, where Tim sat playing his guitar, strumming some angry song on the instrument. His job was screwing him over again, by making him come in early and having him bartend by himself.
He left shortly in a huff and I took his place on the couch, sitting and thinking about what I wanted to do. I ended up writing the two entries that preceded this one. After that I decided that I should start packing for the move that would be coming up soon.
The last time I moved it was a pretty quick fly by night operation and instead of me filtering out things that didn’t need to be moved, I instead went with the throw some shit in a bag and move it option. This left me with all sorts of items that have followed me since my early college days. I dug through several boxes, unearthing a bunch of different college texts, one book that I had used a sharpie to removed the book’s actual name and replaced it with Sex Ed. What can I say; I was a classy guy back then.
I organized my massive DVD collection and got that box all packed up. Pretty much most of my substantial stuff is packed, now I have to figure out what clothes, I still wear and which I don’t, then give the ones I don’t to St. Vinny’s. I tried to make fish sticks in the toaster oven, because I don’t trust our gas oven. But that didn’t work to my liking, and the toaster oven incinerated the fish to a crispy char. So I hit up subway. I got a text from Amber at like 10:30 that informed me that they were heading down town to party, so I Tasmanian devil’d into my clothes and got in my rocket car and headed for the heart of the city. I rolled up into the fire house where I was roped into a hug as soon as I walked in the door. Nik rolled in for a drink and then he had to go to the goal post, which if you are ever in town, has a pretty amazing fish fry. I suggest the fisherman’s Platter, it’s the own. Anyways, Amber, Nicole and I headed out into the night in search of good times, Amber being in her leopard skinned high heels decided it was better to run down the middle of the road than use the sidewalk. That way it was easier to end our night with that old adage,” Officer the cuffs are hurting me” I was used as a stability line several times as she started to lose her balance on the Ice.
We got into Ned Kelly’s and as soon as we got there we all pretty much wanted to bail, but I had bought everyone drinks so it was a tad more difficult. Amber decided a round of Cherry bombs was in order so being the gentleman I am; I obliged her in a bomb. We stood in the middle of the bar just kind of looking around, hoping to find someone that we knew, but no face was appearing in the crowd. I shrugged and said,” you know what’s cool… Fanny Packs.” Both of the girls started laughing and I’m pretty sure Amber choked on her drink a bit. We gained another in our party of intoxicated adventurers, a guy the name of Corey. Amber downed her drink and started to shake it violently. It was the universal gesture of we need to get the fuck out of here. We once again wandered back out into the frozen wonderland that is green bay, both me and Corey taking turns helping Amber make it over the ice. We arrived at a bar that I’d never been to before named The Keys. It’s a beach party themed bar, which is sort of obscure considering it snows like 9 months out of the year here, but I went with it. A fury of bombs and shots later, I’m getting a tad crazy. Tim shows up and we hang out for a bit, but then Amber demands that we go to the techno club. So we mosey on into that bar and we end up drinking 3 shots, back to back to back. At that point I was ready to hurl, because I hadn’t have enough time to get all of the air out of my stomach from pounding miller lites. So I spent some time in the bathroom walking around waiting for me to either hurl or belch, luckily for yours truly, the belching came first. We adventured back to the fire house where all sorts of shenanigans went on.
We met up with Nik again and I ended up driving him home. I had to go pick up Tim at home because he was drunk and hungry. We got a small meal to feed a king between Hardees and McDonald’s and then we went home and tried to watch “American Gangster”, but we passed out before the opening credits rolled.
So that’s that
Later,
-Jeric
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