June 2001 Archives
Jun 06, 2008
I used to have self-image problems. I don't anymore.
I spent the beginning of today with Natasha. I grabbed my welfare check
from the mail and picked her up. We grabbed some coffee
at Flipnotics, and also picked up some Toy-Joy coupons that they were
giving out at the register. We sat and talked about web design and school
and how dumb life can be sometimes. Then we headed up to Toy-Joy to
spend them coupons. Shortly after arriving I ran into Tamara and a friend
of hers. We gave her a coupon. We had 3.
Austin is SOOOOO small. Tamara and I chilled one night at
IHOP a few weeks prior. I feel like I belong here now.... and it's
a great feeling. Everywhere I go now, I run into people that I know.
God bless the internet.
My pal Tim told me that the Pope has declared some old dead dude the Patron
Saint of the Internet. Timmy's family is Irish Catholic. He has what I
like to call, "Original Guilt". He's 23 and just finally starting to shake
some of it. I'm proud of him. I'd link him if he ever got his page together.
Come on Tim, snap to it! The teeming hordes of internet hotties are waiting
for ya. ;) Isin't that bizarre about the Pope doing that? That will be
reason number one million and one why I am not Catholic. Them Popes man,
that much be one boring gig. I'd like to think that the Pope did it for
publicity.. to give the church a more modern bend... and not because he
discovered the alt.binaries.pictures.* newsgroups. What a fuckin'
weird world.
I'd like to start a petition to declare me the Patron Saint of Internet
Porn. I think it'd be really popular with the kids.
I need to buy shirts with smaller collars.
Troy, NY is the "Collar City". The Arrow Shirt company had a factory there.
They made collars. There is a bridge there. They call it the "Collar City
Bridge". Collars were where it was at. My mother's parents met there,
making collars. Then they had some 1940's style sex. I'm not sure what
that was all about, but I suspect it's probably funner now. One thing is
for sure though: they made my mom. And my mom begat me, with a little
1970's style sex from my dad. And I begat this webpage.
I got snazzed up and headed downtown to Swigs lounge for Jennifer's
birthday party. Swigs is a fancy bar on the west side of the Spaghetti
Warehouse. There is no sign. It's actually connected to The Bitter End,
but that's not intuitively obvious from the street. They have men there
that open the door for you. It's that kind of place.
She's 24 now. Happy birthday Jenn! Jennifer is the
second (and last) girl to chew my heart up really good. It's all good
now though. She taught me the value of self-respect.
The hard way.
All her roommates were there. It was good to see them all again. They're
good folks. I met her most recent ex too. He was really quiet and didn't
talk much. I definitely have the feeling that Jenn wore the pants in that
relationship. I drank an eight-dollar Martini. Although it was NASTY, it
"did the trick". I hammed it up with her roommates about Strawberry
Shortcake, the economy, fake palm trees, chocolate liquer drinks,
jobs, family, and cigarettes. Nothing too significant. We said our
goodbyes and I headed to Club Deville to meet Kesha.
I was just full of confidence tonight. I felt like the hottest shit on
sixth street. I met up with Kesha and her friends at Deville. She had
friends from California visiting. I'd like to visit there sometime.
Californians I have met tend to act like they're coked up all the time.
Like they're in their own alternate cartoon universe. Super-high energy.
I think that would get old pretty fast. I consider myself a low to medium
energy person. Her friends were really cool and fun though. It was a
real challenge to hype myself up to their level. I think I sortof pulled
it off. I squeezed a few good/fast jokes in. I love new and challenging
social situations. I think I do pretty good at em.
I pride myself on being able to fit in everywhere and with everyone.
I think I'm overcompensating for being so socially maladjusted in my
youth. Thats why I don't have any tattoos or piercings. It would
prevent me from being accepted in classier circles.
Kesha quit her job today. She had a thousand dollars in her purse.
She bought me a drink. I drank it. And it was good. Amen.
It turned out that she was sorta seeing one of the guys at the table
with us. That girl is craaaaaazy. The good kind, though.
After a while we headed back to our cars. They offered to drive me
back to my car at the parking garage. On the way there, Payden,
a guy she's also dating was pulled over for driving with TN plates.
They gave him a sobriety test, which he miraculously passed.
We sat on the grass watching it all go down. We thought he was going
to go to jail. They let him off with a warning and Kesha drove
his car home. They revoked his license, apparently. I'm not
sure about the specifics. He was pretty shook up about it.
When I got home I felt pretty mellow, so I dusted off my MP3 colelction.
Brokedown Palace
by the Grateful Dead is what I discovered. It's exquisite.
Goodnight, cruel world!
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Posted by Administrator on Jun 29, 2001
I woke up to the ringing of my cell phone. Kesha invited me out to
breakfast at the G&M Steakhouse across from Book People. While on
the phone with her, Wendi called. Wendi hardly ever calls.
She is moving out of her and her boyfriend's apartment.
She turns 21 July 7th. Moving out is the best idea she has had
since dumping me. Hah! Oh well, I guess she's not so moody anymore.
While on the phone with Wendi,
Natasha called inviting me out on a
photo safari
around downtown Austin. Three phone calls in five minutes.
I felt loved.
I met
Kesha
at G&M which reminded me much of the Famous Lunch greasy
spoon in downtown Troy. Ahhh, can you tell I'm excited about going home? :)
They have delicious hash browns. After eating we bopped up to Buffalo Exchange
for a little shoppy shop action. The man at the dressing room had breasts.
Kesha bought pants. And that was that.
Natasha and I walked all around downtown and took a bunch of really
good pictures. She has rekindled my interest in photography.
Go Natasha! We
walked the
tracks.
A train came.
It was a super cool day.
If my scanner wasn't so flaky I'd scan more pics. Ahh well.
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Posted by Administrator on Jun 24, 2001
Whoa, have I been letting these journal entries slip! Bad Evan!
So much has happened, whoa.
Karyn was off with her new boy lately, and Adriana was entertaining
her ex-bf, so the iron triangle was reduced to a monopod for
the past bunch of days. And boy did I have fun!
I got a call from a woman that I met at the Ritz about a week ago.
One of his friends sweet talked his way into this woman's
pants and her house, and has been there ever since.
He got verbally abusive, conned her
into getting a key to her place, and claimed posession of her.
He was homeless and had been living at the Salvation Army.
I had met the slezeball that night, and when he introduced himself
he expressed to me the mission of the night: to get laid.
She wanted to know if I knew him. I told her what I knew.
I recommended that she call the police, buy pepper spray, and move.
Thats exactly what she is going to do. Scary, really scary. She has
a four year old child too. She told
me that he said to her everything a girl wanted to hear - how beautiful
she was, etc. He is a predator.
This supports my theory that bars are lousy places to meet quality people.
In this case, it's even a bad place to score quality action. Watch out
girls.
So that was pretty freaky.
That night I was chit chatting with different internet peeps when I
discover that this cutie Natasha
lives right across the road from me!
It blew my mind. So we met in between us at the convenient store
across the street and gabbed for a while.
Of course I stayed up far too late that night and was dead beat exhausted
the next morning when I got a knock on the door. I grumbled something
uncomprehensible as I trodded down the stairs. I answered the door in my
bathrobe with my head still full of cobwebs. Before me stood
Natasha
in a 2-piece bathing suit. Boy did THAT set a nice mood for the day!
She invited me to go swimming in the non-ghetto pool across the street
at her complex with her and her boyfriend Daniel.
Contuniung a long tradition of men not denying cute girls in bathing suits,
I accepted her invitation and fetched a pair of tacky red trunks from
the closet. I followed her back to her place where we met up with
Daniel. We chit chatted for a bit, then attempted to go swimming first
at Zilker (it was closed), then at Twin Falls (it was dried up). We ended
up getting wet in her apartment's pool. Eight feet in the deep end,
aww yeah baby. Not the measley four and a half feet my apartment has.
No sir.
I went home feeling SOOOOOO good. I decided then that I was going to
swim every chance I got. Soo good. I took a little nap, then diddled
off on the internet for a while. Natasha came on and we talked for
about an hour. We were both hungry, so I invited her out to a dinner
date at Romeo's. We got all snazzed up, went, ate, came back, gabbed
some more, and that was that.
We chatted till the wee hours of the morning, chewing through some
excellent conversations. The next day went swimming in her pool,
did minimal sunbathing, went back, I played with her digital camera,
and we talked on her balcony as the sun set. It was a wonerful day.
I was still dressed up, so I decided to hit the mean streets of
downtown Austin. And that meant: The Ritz! I dropped my seventy-five
cents in a pool table in the corner. The locals seemed pretty friendly,
and just plain pretty. Pat and Andrea, respectfully.
I then proceeded to play some of the best pool
of my life, winning all of 7 games against an excellent opponent.
That day was ALSO a wonderful day.
Today I slept in and hibernated most of the day. I felt like such a
wasteoid, frittering away the day on the computer without anything
to show for it. I decided to go grab some food and hit downtown.
I went to the Flamingo Cantina to meet up with Kesha, the guy she is
dating, and a bunch of her friends. I didn't recognize her at first,
so I rung her cell phone. When I saw her go for it I moved in.
We hit it right off. We blew through a couple of very bad mixed drinks
(the bar tender at Flamingo Cantina is lousy), then a couple of beers.
We drank and talked and talked and drank. The band played reggae
and the vibe was mellow. It was raining out and everybody got wet. The
rain blew into the seating and dance floor while we shook our groove
thang like nobody's biznis. The music was good, the women were beautiful,
and good will filled the air like the smoke from the guitarist's
hand-rolled cigarette.
...another magical night.
Epilogue: I return home to this
excellent email.
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Posted by Administrator on Jun 23, 2001
Mary just told me she met Eddie Vedder in CA. Wild. She got a kiss
on the forehead out of it too. Too wild. :) And I thought I loved an
interesting life! ha ha.
I picked up Tory at St Edwards and we drove downtown to Emos.
She was all fancied up in makeup. I think that was the first time I've
seen her all done up.
We got the sweetest parking spot in all of Austin right on the bridge
near Stubbs. River City High was on when we got there. They were fun
and had good energy. They all had floppy hair. I miss my hair.
This short haircut makes me feel so young. And I feel that people see
me as younger too. That kindof sucks. Oh well.
We chilled in the courtyard and shot the shit until Juliana Theory came
on. I was not prepared for the intensity that they rocked out. Now
thats what I call a rock show. woohoo.
I dropped her back off at St Edwards and came home. After diddling off for a
while I caught my pal Tamara online. We met up at IHOP and chit chatted
and an hour or two.
Then I laid me down to sleep.
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Posted by Administrator on Jun 19, 2001
I was up late last night / early this morning putzing around on the
internet when I discoverd that
Audiogalaxy
is located right across the bridge from me on W 6th Street. I sent them
my resume. What a sweet job that would be.
I took a
belief-o-matic test.
This is what it told me I'd be a good match with:
1. Liberal Protestant (100%)
2. Unitarian Universalism (97%)
3. Liberal Quaker (95%)
4. New Age (87%)
5. Christian Science (Church of Christ, Scientist) (86%)
6. Mahayana Buddhism (81%)
7. Neo-Paganism (78%)
8. New Thought (74%)
9. Taoism (72%)
10. Theravada Buddhism (68%)
The Unitarian Universalism doesn't look too bad. If I had to pick one.
I think the site is kinda bent towards Christianity. It's got Jesus banner
ads all over the place.
News flash! I'd like you all to know that I have found
Jesus.
I just got my airline tickets for priceline. I'm leaving Austin July 10
and returning July 25. That should leave plenty of time for mumsy, dadsy,
and all the friendsies.
I miss them all so.
I chilled at Ruta Maya this afternoon. The weather was perfect.
Not too cool, windy, or too hot. Juuust right. When I got there the
place was empty. I got a coffee and read the newspaper and got some
thinking done. I met a day labor leader named Pedro. We sat and talked
about the weather and women and politics and the economy and family.
We watched women in summer dresses walk by. It was one of those magical
Ruta Maya afternoons.
I came home, diddled off for a while, then headed over to Gabby n Mo's
for Becky's going away party. Tim was there, and Amy and her husband showed
up too. It was great to see them all again. I guess the economy is picking
back up if Kazan is any indicator, which I think it is. Becky played with her
band Napolean Blownapart. It was great to hear the songs live. I had listened
to them so many times on MP3. I met her girlfriend Amee and a bunch of other
people. I saw Sherida and Jack too. I hadn't seen them in ages. Gabbys
rocks. Remind me to go there more often. I helped Becky load up
her truck with musical gear and said my goodbyes.
As I was saying my goodbyes I got a call from Karyn. She had almost been
in a horrible car wreck. She witnessed a head-on accident involving a
sedan and a Suburban. A woman had her legs pinned to the seat by the
steering column. The police questioned Karyn. She was all shook up.
So I drove over there and downed a bunch of Amaretto and watched
"Run Lola Run" with her and talked about her boy problems. I give it one
and a half thumbs up. I crashed over there (no pun intended).
I slept with her cat Max. What a cutie. Zzzz..
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Posted by Administrator on Jun 18, 2001
I rolled out of bed today all groggily. I had more weird dreams last night
too. I'll spare you the details this time since they were nothing special.
The phone rang. "KarynRowan" - better pick it up. Her voice was all
awake and cheerful. After a few unsuccessful attempts, I managed to glue
words together to the effect that I did intend on getting my hair cut
today. I threw some clothes on and cruised up to the salon.
Salon? Say what? Yes, not a barber, and not a pair of scissors, two
bottles of beer, and my bathroom mirror. A genuine upscale, foreign
accented, arguably overpriced, full-service salon! Adriana works there.
I arrived ten minutes early for my appointment. I figured I ought to
look at magazines to pick out a haircut. Wrong!!! No sooner did I walk
through the door than I was plopped down in a barber chair by a
rambunctious British hair stylist. The queen of hearts had spoken,
"off with his hair!".
For the next half hour, locks upon locks of my brown hair fell to the
floor. He said he was giving me a Paul Weller (of The Jam) cut.
HE CUT IT ALL OFF!!!!!!!!!!!! dfjhdkjfhskjfdhslkdjfhsldkjfhsdlf!
But yeah, I like it, and I'm getting used to it.
My pal Cinde visited from San Antonio. I gave her the downtown
Austin tour. (4th -> 6th -> Red River). We ran into my pal William
at Ruta Maya. Karyn called and told us that she and Christie were at
the Ritz, so I dragged William along to meet em. We all chit chatted
for a bit and then William took off. It sucks that he's not 21 yet.
Soon though. I think he'd get along pretty well with the posse.
Karyn, Christie, Cinde, David and I all chilled at the Ritz for a while.
It's young Billy idol's birthday today and he was supposed to come
celebrate at the Ritz. He never showed. We hit Club Deville and drank some
delicious sour drinks. The conversation was brisk and fun. Cinde,
Christie and David took back off for the Ritz while Karyn and I
gabbed and gabbed.
Among other things, Karyn and I talked about what kind of girl I like.
Her "hey, howabout her?" rate was way off. I think she has a better idea now. I hadn't thought
about that in a while. Explicitly anyway... so that was fun.
We swaggered back over to the Ritz.
I reaffirmed my ultimate supremacy in air hockey (since Adriana stayed home).
Shot some pool. Chit chatted. Boogeyed on home. Wrote a bunch.
...and laid my body down to sleep.
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Posted by Administrator on Jun 13, 2001
The possee assembled early, and dressed to kill. A-lo in a 70's
style go-go dress with a tasteful scarf, and K-rims (the getaway driver) in
a low cut, short sleave number and a hoochie skirt. Both boobalicious.
I wore black pants, black leather shoes and a striking black and white
Hawaiian shirt. We mounted K-rims' Sweet-ride and headed down Lamar Blvd.
Law abiding and justice loving gangstas that we are, we stopped at a
red traffic light. Biggity-bam! Suddenly a blue Cadillac slammed into
the back of a Mitsubishi in front of us!
Our initial shock at witnessing the collision
was quickly overcome by the realization that the Cadillac didn't stop,
but took a hard right and headed down the road. A hit-and-run!
K-rims pulled out in hot pursuit. She didn't drive very fast,
but we was HOT, and in pursuit. He pulled off the main road to avoid
the heat. We kept on pursuing to the next stop, we bust a left and headed
to the next block. A-lo in the back seat ringed up the local fuzz
and reported our coordinates. Police on the scene, you know what I mean.
The lowered, chrome-rimmed, pimped-out Cadillac's filthy American engine
spirited it far ahead of us, gaining much ground at the stop signs that
dotted the escape route. As the taillights disappeared into the horizon
our spirits sunk a bit, but we flowed like a harpoon, daily and nightly,
and maintained pursuit.
The road came to a sharp right turn. As we made the turn the perp pulled
out from the left side of the road. He had apparently stopped to
appraise the damage to his front bumper. This was his fatal mistake.
His second one of the evening, and one that would cost him dearly.
I quickly jotted down the license plate number and we withdrew from
the chase.
We met up with the disoriented victims of the hit-and-run
back at the intersection, gave them the plate #, and disappeared
in a puff of Smoothe-ride's exhaust.
Although sixth street was unworthy of our pimpness, A-lo was worthy of
several cat calls and solicitations of prostitution. Thats the kind of
bitches we is. The block was dead yo, so we continued to 818 A-lo Avenue.
Another day, another adventure.
T-ball
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Posted by Administrator on Jun 12, 2001
I think I have some kind of stomach bug. I have no apetite, and when
I do eat I feel nauseus. Eek! I saw Coldplay and Granddaddy at
The Backyard tonight with Ryan and his crew.
It was a good show. I just love those British
accents. I've really gotta get my ass to the other side of the pond
one of these days.
soon, soon.
-Evan
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Posted by Administrator on Jun 11, 2001
I awoke today and realized that I hadn't eated in a day and a half,
so I made my way to Whole Foods for some grub and a drink. After so
long I had ceased to be hungry. I did feel like I might fall over though.
So eat I did. I stopped at flipnotics on the way home and grabbed a
Chronicle and a Hazelnut Frape with mocha. There was a pretty girl there
with a white laptop and KOSS headphones on, jamming to MP3's undoubtedly.
You'd think a big geek like me could find something to talk about, but alas.
So I headed home and took a nap.
Heres where it gets weird. I dreamt that there is a whole bunch of people
who don't seem related to one another walking or running or riding a bike
down the center of a wide road. One tall man tells us that the first to
return wins. I have no idea if there is a prize or anything, but everybody
took the race deathly seriously, so I did too. The race was to run as
teams. Everybody had to cross the finish line as soon as possible. It
really felt more like an evacuation than a race. So we all buddied up,
on the run.
There was an asian schoolgirl riding a bicycle nearby. She looked slow.
I picked her. So there we go, hauling ass on a bicycle away from, or
towards some dangerous goal. The bicycle wasn't cutting it. We pulled
over into a gates trailor park community. I approached one resident and
verbally convinced him that I was supposed to test drive his car for someone
named Charlie. This seemed to make sense to him and he helped me out through
the narrow gate. It was a big 70-s style Plymoth. A huge, gas guzzling
American car. She sits in the passenger's seat and I haul ass out of there.
The car was really lousy to handle, and in our mad rush to get somewhere,
or escape something, we skidded slideways over curbs, crashed into walls,
and smeared lots of shrubbery and mailboxes in our wake. The huge filthy,
smoking American engine kept roaring away. We reach our destination which
is a cabin set up in some deep dark woods, away from civilization. We pullied
into the crushed rock driveway and hopped out. She ran into the first
floor entrance of the 2-story picturesque cabin as
I surveyed the arrival of our entourage from the second story balcony.
They were delivering boxes full
of paintings, personal articles, sports gear, etc. I think that asian
bicycle girl was moving, and she had some kind of mystic signifigance.
The cabin sits on the top of a 50 foot steep hill among tall trees.
Light shining out from the glass patio doors was the only light illuminating
the scene. Back and forth, people raced down the lone path to the cabin
in the darkness. I the wind began to blow. My senses got super-acute.
The wind turned into a howling. The sound came from all around us.
The beast was close. I shouted the alarm to everybody in earshot who
immediatly turned and raced back to the cabin.
I eyed a lacrosse stick
lying in a pile of boxes down below. I lept from the balcony and crashed down
70 feet below near the stick. No sooner had I grabbed the stick than the
wolfman was upon me. I swung blindly and with full-force connected with his
huge hairy head. He pounced on me, knocking me backwards into the hillside
of soft, fertile dirt. I held his huge body off of me with the stick.
His weight overcame me and soon pinned my throat to the ground
with the stick.
He lunged his head in and tore a chunk out of my shoulder/neck with his huge
incosors. My eyes clenched closed from the extreme pain. I opened them
with my head tilted back, staring directly at a full-moon overhead. I
entered some kind of berzerker rage and turned to the monster on top of me.
I bit through the carbon reinforced metal shaft at my throat like it was
butter. The shaft split in two. I thrust the sharp, gnarled stub of
the shaft up through the creature's heart. His black body laid limp in the
dank soil.
The end.
Suddenly, and without warning, my plans changed from an Emo's romp to a
movie night at Adriana's. We watched "The Lady's Man". It was funny.
Two thumbs up. Your butt.
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Posted by Administrator on Jun 10, 2001
I interviewed with my recruiter today. I have so much more experience
and confidence than when I first started working for Kazan. I'm crazy grateful
for that opportunity too. I picked up a couple cool shirts at
Buffalo Exchange and went to 1/5 Griffith at the Ritz.
I ran into Kevin from Kazan upstairs. His cousin was the singer.
She was pretty. She had a nice voice. She sang with a jazz band.
He told me a story about how he met the lead guy of Radiohead in
Europe. It was a fun story.
I coordinated the evening with Adriana and Karyn, but it took them a long
time to get to the show. I chatted it up with Christie until her asshole
friend with a chin piercing showed up. We played cutthroat pool and he
tried to cheat. He tried to take a turn after he missed a shot. I wasn't
looking obviously. He thought he could get away with it, but noooo no.
When they showed up Karyn had forgottten her
license so we all drove back to her house to grab it and then we returned
to the club. It turns out that 1/5 Griffith played first and we missed em.
Oh well.
The night was overall pretty good though. I gave Missus Margaritas another
chance and she did me in pretty good. Two. We talked to Stephanie and
her spikey haired friend. Mary was there tonight but she didn't say anything
to me.
I have been really anxious lately. I have been grinding my teeth and teething
and lusting and grrrrrrrrrr! And having nightmares. I think I may have
figured it out though. My job was really mentally draining. It provided
an outlet for all of this brainpower. Now I don't have that same load
to bear. So my brain goes to other things. And rabidly! I got to intensely
into air hockey tonight. I need something to chew on. Mentally and
otherwise.
Rawr!
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Posted by Administrator on Jun 08, 2001
We went out to see Moulin Rouge last night but they mis-advertised
in the Chronicle and it wasn't playing yet. doh! So we headed downtown
to the Ritz and I shot pool with some tattoo'd whore. Of course we
met some people we knew and followed them to Lovejoys where the drinks
were stronger. I'm giving liquer another shot. I think maybe it's not
so bad after all. After a few Margaritas
I was toasted and passionate. I got all sloppy when I got home and
wrote "Messy".
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Posted by Administrator on Jun 07, 2001
I've been grinding my teeth for the past few days and I have no idea why.
It's creepy, I think I do it in my sleep too. For the last few days
I have also been having super-intense dreams about water - the ocean
specifically. Water dragging me under concrete barges and huge tsunami
sized waves flooding a seaside hut and drowning everybody around me.
I also dreamt of my teeth falling out. And there was quartz crystal
where the roots should be. I tried to stuff em back in. I was
freaked out in my dream. You can see why. This is probably a little
weird to read. Needless to say, I've been brushing like a mudder fuk.
Last night I gabbed with Adriana on the phone for an hour or two.
She worked as I slept all day. She's got a swank new receptionist
job. I'm starting to feel a little useless not having a job.
Soon enough though, soon enough.
I went to pick up my pictures from the trip to Mexico but stupid HEB
didn't have em back yet. I hope the processing is much better.
I wanna see em! Due to traffic and stuff I was like an hour late meeting
up with Adriana in the evening. We watched some tube for a bit on her
roommate's awesome couch. She was real sleepy. Then we grabbed some
cheap Mexican grub at a nearby restaurant. After that we took the Altima
down to catch the "Real Heroes" playing on the roof of Waterloo Brewing
Company. They were really good and fun. They sound a little like Barenaked
Ladies crossed with a punk rock band. Yeah!
After their set we pumped some quarters into a video-crack machine and
touched naked babes and hunks. That's always a hoot. Winslow played after them and they sounded horrible.
I almost ordered
cheese fries there but they were $7.50 for a plate!! That was far too
rich for my ghetto-ass. We blew that pop stand!
We walked on down to Casino and ordered some sanely priced cheese fries.
Adriana then proceeded to whup my ass at Ms Pac Man. I hung my head
in shame. hehe. Here's a notable quote from the victor, "The fruit
is very important to me." What a goofball! I love it.
Speaking of "victor", we visited her friend
Victor next door and then headed back to her place.
She's a pathological pack rat. She can't throw anything away. Worse than
me. She's into all this 70's-style stuff. The problem is that she doesn't
have enough space for it all. She showed me her Dreamcast/internet setup,
waxed nostalgic about Garbage Pail Kids, looked through old pictures,
and gabbed into the early morning hours. She gets funny when she's tired.
Cute though.
It turns out that Karyn caught a kissy illness from the cute blonde boy.
She's running a temperature of 102.
Deep thought for the day:
"
Damned if you do, damned if you don't." -Bart Simpson
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Posted by Administrator on Jun 04, 2001
Good day today, yes it was. Woke up late, had some pb&j, diddled off
on the internet for a while and headed downtown. Ran into
Selenia at Casino. It was nice and casual and friendly. Not too
weird. Thats good. It's allll good.
Ran into Mary shootin' pool at the Ritz. That was kinda neat, I didn't
know that was her scene. She's a neat chica too. I seem to be swamped
with neat chicas lately.
I sorta bounced back and forth between the Ritz and Casino. Upon bouncing
back to da Ritz, Christie gnabbed me, we hugged, and introduced me to her
Houston peeps. The guy across from me acted all "asshole" and rubbed his
forehead when I tried to introduce myself. Kinda weird. Later I found
out he thought he had rights over Christie and I was a guy. Bah.
More junior high drama.
Christie and I went next door and grabbed a slice of Satan Pizza with
about one and a half pepperoni's on it. Word to the Angels on
Armageddon day: "his weakness is Pepperoni." I walked ten feet to the
curb and turned around. Christie was gone. That girl can get lost in
a hallway. haha. She reappeared and we plopped down on the curb to munch
on the pizza. We discussed how we were both going through withdrawl.
Suddenly, and without warning, two little hands cover up my eyes from
behind. I kinda wiggle and goof until I hear "I gots a stoop!". haha.
It was Adriana! My Posse's on Sixth Street.
We went off to Lovejoys where we finally met her roommate with the
birthday. It turns out she chills at Lavaca St Bar. I knew I recognized
her from somewhere. I dragged a chair over to the table and Karyn
spilled beer all over it before I could sit down on it. It was
cartoon funny.
It was very important to a boy next to us to know the first name of
Mr. Burns from the Simpsons. The streets were packed with bikers
tonight. Walking back to my car I witnessed many an inebriated woman
talking it up (and mounting up) with some black-leather clad biker
guys. Danger works man. I need a tattoo or something.
Thats the deep thought for the day. ;)
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Tonight was Adriana's roommate's birthday, so we assembled at 11pm,
grabbed a big chunkola of lesbian chic b-day cake and headed downtown.
Fourth street - my stompin' ground. We parked in the parking garage and
walked to her work. She had escaped. For the rest of the evening we
smuggled the birthday cake all around with us. You know
in highschool how they make girls carry around a sack of flour all day
to make them realize the responsibilities of caring for a child? It was
sortof like that, except we wanted to eat it.
We hoofed it all the way to the Ritz where I spazzed on air hockey.
I need to find a game I'm not so good at, and one that doesn't make me
sweat my caucasian butt off.
I realized that the Ritz does not exactly abound with cute chicas.
It's definitely "testosterone heavy". Oh well. I guess that'll
keep me outta trouble for a while.
We shared a cup of chocolate ice cream on the way back to the car.
We checked out some party, but it was pretty dead - just three people
playing footsie and watching movies. We chilled on "da stoop",
swung by Adriana's swank new apartment and headed our seperate ways.
I realized tonight that all these songs keep popping into my head
when we talk. And then I feel compelled to speak em.
And I'm a goofy bastard, and it's alright, because I'm among friends.
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Ahh, more mini-adventures. I met the girls at Casino tonight. They
were sitting with two guys I hadn't met before. Eric and David. Both
were cool as shit. David knew Selenia.
"
I had a crush - nothing works out" - Superchunk - Detroit has a skyline
David looks like Billy Idol. We teased him about it all night. He
was a good sport. We drank a couple pitchers of Pyramid Heifeweisen
and lemon. Everybody liked it amazingly. Even the non-beer drinker
who shall remain anonymous for fear of public ridicule. We all drank
and swapped food and fries and beer. It was like an alcoholic communal punk
rock sharefest right there in Casino. It was beautiful.
So I totally got the blow off from that dumb girl. (who is dumb only by virtue
of blowing me off). We head to the Ritz and meet their flamboyant friend
Chuck. Biggity bam, we head to Chuck's house party which was promoted
as "there is no beer, no pot, and drugs". And it was still a good
scene. If you knew Chuck, you would understand how he pulled it off.
The guy is HIGH ENERGY. He's also an artist.
He showed us a layered vinyl piece of an ex-girlfriend of his. She was
crazy hot. Even on vinyl. Too "flat" fot my tastes though. ha ha ha.
We chilled for a bit on the couch and slipped out before the red haired
roommate bitch kicked everybody out. A little late-night tailgate action,
a pinch of stubbornness, and the evening came to a close.
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