Having older friends is sometimes really cool. Yesterday, I flew (crashed) airplanes all day. As it got dark, I went to the bar with the hobby shop guys. Apparently I wasn’t allowed in after 8, but one guy managed to talk with the waitress and get her to not mind. Then she brought me a frosted mug too, so that I could chill my ‘apple juice’. It was pretty cool.
It just further proves my point, that people who work in restaraunts, or behind the counter anywhere; owe you nothing. I can’t stand people who are rude to waitresses, or are assholes to the guy behind the counter at the Quickie Mart. It’s just uncalled for. In cases like last night, it made all the difference. It was pretty cool to have a couple brews with the boys, play some pool, and sit around. I was going to go home and go to sleep. I was really happy to have some place to go, and people to be with, much less homies to hang with.
The bar was kind of an interesting scene. I was clearly the youngest person there, but it was just an interesting place. All the people working there besides the one wearing costumes were wearing shirts that said ‘the wet spot’. I thought that was kind of amusing. I got a cool glow in the dark Corona Button from one of them. A lot of people there were in costume. You could tell which ones were in college, they had the raunchiest costumes. Their were a couple of doctors, a ladybug, some fairies, and a couple of people in fatigues.
After the bar, I went with them to a kegger. I was going to move in with the people throwing the kegger, and now I am kind of sorry I didn’t. The guy I was trying to avoid by moving in there managed to behave himself around regular people. Apparently, he does have a civil side. Whatever the case, it’s too late to dwell on that. That was the theme, because as we were showing up, all of the hot, scantily clad girls were leaving. Their were no other girls at the party. Apparently in college, a costume is defined as “A lack of clothing”, and you can dress ‘up’ in flesh.
Whatever the case, It was a good night. I also learned about a new kind of party. The variant I heard was called purple jesus where someone pours a ton of grape juice in a tub, and everyone brings liquor to pour in. After you drink it you apparently see jesus. I think it’d be a neat to go to a black jesus party. Basically, someone mixes up a huge batch of brownies, and everyone brings something to put in. I don’t know about seeing heaven or what have you, but I think it’d end up being a pretty high time.
Joshua Ziering