so on tuesday, me and kinlin get a call from grange. he wants to go to a ballgame, and ive only seen a couple this year, so we went down to pick up some tickets an hour or so before the game. i couldnt fathom that we wouldnt be able to get cheap seats. it was a tuesday night, bronson arroyo was facing the devil rays. i cant imagine a better (less enticing) matchup so spirits were high. laprel(l?) (oh yeah, he was there too) and i left to find scalpers and kinlin and grange went to find a parking spot. as it turns out, the cheapest tickets we found were 50$ standing room only. fuck that. not to see bronson. anyway, after circling the stadium a couple times, we met up with grange and kinlin, told them the bad news, and decided to head home to watch the game. we walk to the car ... except now it has transformed into the spot where the car was parked. it got towed ! hooray. starting out to catch a cab, we decided to take a short cut over some rusty, half complete bridge. after a train came roaring under us, we abandoned the shaky bridge for the street and the long way around. we catch a cab out to a very shadey (sp?) jamaica plains tow shop. we almost beat granges car there, they were still unhooking it from the truck. several large signs informed us that only cash was accepted so grange ponied up the 105 bucks and we left to get beer and catch the game. so not only did we not get tickets to the game, but missed a couple innings and spent like 120 bucks. fuck you bronson. thanks for winning though.
last night me, st louis, and eric went to the bars while the babies went to glenns. Our House was dead so we went over to Conner Larkins where drunkeness occurred and i offended some people. then we returned to Our House where i made crappy attempts to hit on the bar tender and touched one of the waitresses boobs. actually two, when you count marissa too. real drunk. we got free zippos for smoking butts though, that was neat. i think we left then, to stumble home in the rain. around west campus, i (for some reason) tackled st louis into a big puddle. i guess i broke his watch. oops. already dripping wet the puddle didnt bother me (it was raining all night). upon arriving home, without st louis who had pursued a lady friend, i commanded that a bowl be packed for me. in the very same sentence, i realized that by no means was i going to be able to smoke it. i think i stumbled upstairs and found my bed. but i woke up with a zippo, no money, no clothes on, and wet shoes. my breath smells like i puked, but im not sure i did. anyone remember? oh well. i saw atleast the following people last night and didnt want to end my narrative without including them: nader, jay, some girl who likes the yankees and was getting hit on by jay, spongebob, kara, lisa, marissa, ryan, coffey, some english guy, steph spino, and melissa. also the girl in the blue skirt who was playing with her belly button chain all night. a glorious sight.