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seldneiMy mother having taken the boyo for the week, we went out to the bar tonight with some friends. I don’t drink, so I was the driver, but nobody got super drunk (which was an improvement on the last time we went out), and we spent a large chunk of the evening in the corner playing Cards Against Humanity (which I’d never played but have been wanting to—I also cleaned the hell up at it because apparently I have a dark and withered soul. Or maybe it’s just that whole GenX bitterness thing). Also the bar was playing the Pixies and the Breeders and a bunch of other bands I know and actually like, so yay there.
Then we went to the bowling alley and played pool, which I absolutely suck at. And the music was godawful and really fucking loud—until they played Biz Markie’s “Just a Friend,” and really, it was 12:30 in the morning at the goddamned bowling alley, of course I sang along with it. So did Scott. Loudly and off-key. It’s, like, the rule for that song. It was fun.
(Later someone set up a bunch of Weird Al songs in a row on the juke box, and my night improved by 50%.)
On the whole, it was fun, but I think K. and I need to set up a coffee date or something (though I don’t really drink coffee, either) so we can actually talk and hear each other.
Then we went to the bowling alley and played pool, which I absolutely suck at. And the music was godawful and really fucking loud—until they played Biz Markie’s “Just a Friend,” and really, it was 12:30 in the morning at the goddamned bowling alley, of course I sang along with it. So did Scott. Loudly and off-key. It’s, like, the rule for that song. It was fun.
(Later someone set up a bunch of Weird Al songs in a row on the juke box, and my night improved by 50%.)
On the whole, it was fun, but I think K. and I need to set up a coffee date or something (though I don’t really drink coffee, either) so we can actually talk and hear each other.
