Thursday, June 4, 2009

Knife Fight

I'm at work right now. I'm doing nothing. Just sitting. And I have been for a while. So, I said to myself "self, wouldn't this be a good time to blog about last night". And now that is exactly what I am doing.
Yesterday was Chris' birthday. The big two one. He said he was going to Brickskellers in Dupont with Karl, Kenny and Nick. After that, they were going to go to Irish Times and Erin and I were going to meet them there. That was the plan.
Well, they ended up drinking themselves into half a stupor at Brickskellers, so we went there to meet them. Erin, me, our roommate Ashley and Erin's friend David drove out there in Ashley's car. We got there at midnight. When we walked in Kenny and Nick were standing next to one another and they were the first two people we walked up to. I go to give Kenny a hug and then Nick. But Nick (being completely trashed) throws his arm out in front of Kenny, half knocks him over and throws his arms around me in this huge bear hug that nearly knocked me down. I tried to push him back onto his feet and Kenny had to grab him by the arm and pull him off me. A minute later Chris came over and gave me one of those "I'm drunk so I'm going to hug you and we'll sway back and forth for a minute" kind of hugs. He was trashed but in a great mood and drinking energy shots. Erin, David and I got a shot at the bar and the boys decided to go to Times because the bar was pretty quiet and they had been there for hours. Chris went outside for a cigarette while Karl, Nick and Kenny paid the bill. We told them that we were going to walk back to Ashley's car and we would meet them there, because they were going to get a cab.
When we went outside, I stood at the top of the steps to tell Chris we were going to meet him at Times, while everyone else walked down to the street level. Randomly, as I'm telling him this, some Asian guy standing next to Chris asks me if he can give me an obnoxiously big hug because he saw how I hugged Chris when we walked in. Apparently he'd been drinking with the boys all night. I just looked at him and was like "well, I've known Chris longer than anyone else here. That's why I hugged him." And I walked away.
Thirty or forty minutes later, the four of us are sitting at Times and Chris & co. still havent shown up. I text him and he responds wiht "complications. we'll be there soon." O...k... They got there a few minutes later and Chris and Kenny were all rialed up and hollering about a fight and the bill. Then Nick walked in. He had blood splattered on his shirt, his lip was busted open and he has a cut under his eye that was starting to swell. Apparently their waitress' boyfriend nad his friend got mad that they didn't leave a bigger tip so they came out and were yelling. Chris went back inside to leave the girl another $20 and these two guys start getting into a fight with Nick. Next thing you know, the boyfriend's friend pulls out a knife and tries to stab Nick. Kenny grabbed his arm from behind him, but they the boyfriend grabbed Kenny and pulled him back. For some reason Nick and Kenny were being held back, but hte guy with the knife wasn't restrained. Kenny said he was convinced at one point that Nick had been stabbed and started freaking out. Chris came back outside (after giving the girl a bigger tip) and was so pissed off. He wanted to go back inside and scream at the manager but Kenny and Nick just put him in a cab and they all came to Times looking a little worse for the wear, but just in time for last call.
After the bar closed we went back to campus and hung out outside and in the boy's room for a little while. Then I realized it was about 3:30 in the morning and I had to get up for work in 4 hours, so I went to bed.
In my opinion though, the best part of the night was the fact that I went out and had a shot of Absolut and three screwdrivers but didn't spend any money. Erin's friend David bought a round of shots at Brickskellers and then insisted on buying our drinks at Times too. I felt kinda bad, but hey, I didn't want to be rude and demand to pay for my own drink.

Tuesday, June 2, 2009

9 - 5

I think I may have found the perfect job for this summer. It's pretty low stress and easy going. Yesterday I had a lot going on because I was figuring out how to do different things and where everything was. It was sort of exciting, sort of boring. But hey, I don't know of many people who say they like work, whatever it is that they may be doing.
Today, Gail (the person I'm working for) called at 10:00 to say she wouldn't be coming in because she had to take her really, really old mother to the hospital. She then went into detail about her symptoms and the tests they were planning to run. Waaay more info than I needed. She gave me a list of about 4 or 5 things to do over the course of the day.... I was done with more than half of it by 11 and the last two things (handle the mail and pick up the checks from payroll) couldn't be done. So I hung out until I went to lunch, came back and took care of the mail, picked up the checks, and spent the next three hours reading my book. Occasionally the phone would ring and I'd take a message. That was the extent of it. I have a feeling this is what most of my days will be like since Gail won't be coming in to work on Mondays and Fridays starting next week. I could finish a book a week if this keeps up.
My hair dyer kind of exploded yesterday morning. It started shooting sparks and crackling. So today I had to go buy a new one. I knew it had been breaking for a while because it would work, and then other times it wouldn't. The fact that it semi-exploded was a little much though. I mean, was that really necessary? It could have just refused to turn on and it all would have been fine.
Tomorrow is Chris' birthday. I'm kind of excited for all of us to finally go out together. I'm sure we'll have a good time. Although, knowing the boys, it could be slightly scary what we end up doing. I could imagine us ending up in some strange bar in Adam's Morgan with no money for a cab, and no real idea how we ended up there. Hopefully, that's not what actually takes place.
This whole being at school with no school work thing it pretty nice. I could get used to it. I get back to my room and don't have to worry about doing anything other than relax or straighten up a bit. I did that today. This whole place was messy. I know I'm OCD, but it was legitimately messy. A dirty blender cup, dirty dishes, empty food boxes. It wasn't just me. It needed to be cleaned. Plus my g-rents are stopping by this weekend on their cross-country trip. And you know it needs to be clean for them because they really are insane. So I cleaned up. And I'll swiffer/vacuum later this week.
Time to go read. Less than 300 pages to go!! (the book is 973 pages long)