What an interesting weekend.
Friday night Steph and I went out. Wait, back that up. we made awesome plans to go all over the place to Silverlake. But our friend, Dan, was basically nowhere to be found, even though we were supposed to hang out that night. So Steph grabs her wallet and we head out. That’s how it was supposed to work. An hour and a half later, we still cannot find her wallet, no matter how much we tear the apartment apart. Our place, already destroyed from a bit of the old (moving) in-out, looked as if tsunamical hurricane had ran through it.
We finally get a call back from her mother, stating that her wallet is in San Diego. Well that sucks. Steph grabs her passport, we do a shot (ugh) and head out. We’re chillin’ at the bar, perhaps even lounging, sitting down and chatting with a few people, when we do our best jaggers. I begin talking to the guy next to me who i presumed was on a date with the girl at his table. They turned out to be just friends, and, in fact, the guy was very, very gay.
At one point, after Dan arrived at our table, the guy turns to me and says “you’re gay, right” and i can only reply that I’m “way straight”. Back me up, ladies. He says of dan, though, that he’s “definitely gay, right?” We all had a good laugh at the situation, and dan and I hung out with these guys a bit later along with some other folks at their hot tub/ house. Curiously when i asked to use a restroom they told us to just use the bushes.
odd.
The next day i asked Steph if she knew why the guy would think I’m gay. She said that I was pretty outgoing (straight men are not, I can only conjecture) but also that I had “sculpted” eye brows and “nice” eyes, transporting me back to High school when a girl said i had beautiful cow eyes.
I also joined the LA fitness not 2 blocks from my apartment. It felt good to go to the gym again, but now i have an incredible amount of peer pressure to do this “cycling” activity, which seems to be a voluntary torture, much like flossing: healthy for you but an incredible pain in the ass. My only reprieve is that the bearers of said pressure also bake lots of goods. And I eat them all up.
The next day, we went to a barbecue at our friend’s place which was a lot of fun. Lasting from 4 to about 8:30, We started the day with some marinated shrimp I had brought, grilled on the Q, and then moved on to the burgers, ribs, and beans. Everything was exceptional, including the entertaining steph/dan swimming seal combo, as well as the fine maduro cigar later in the evening.
After those festivities, Dan and I headed to a cal tech party. Now, structurally, the party was impressive. Things were built, crashed, destroyed, burned, and decorated simply lovely. The people, however, are everything you’re probably already thinking. Only, about 10 percent worse.
I’ve never seen so many “clever” T-shirts, and by that i mean laaaaaaaaaame sci-fi quoting, LOTR referencing T’s. I wear awesome T-shirts, such as my communist party one, but i shall never wear on emblazoned with Gandalf or Darth Vader.
True story.
After that party, Dan and I met up with some friends in Culver city at The Backstage, where some rocking karaoke was being thrown down. Actually, some of it sucked, and one particular group had taken over the area, and were dropping all kinds of pills in public- very odd. But overall the night was ok, but could’ve been better.
It’s Sunday now, and I’m heading off to a pot luck with the odler RA’s from Webb. our last reunion, i feel, which is kind of sad. I’ll miss the chain emails that we construct from the posting of a random youTube video. Nothing witty to end this one.
“everybody wants to build and nobody wants to do maintenance”
