There're few things that I find more comforting than waking up and feeling the light come through the blinds after it's snowed. I just like how the room glows with the lights off and the snow-reflected light coming in. For my money, it's the most peaceful feeling you could buy. Especially when you can wake up, see the snow, then plop right back into bed. I did this about four times this morning and afternoon.
The weekend, so far, has been relatively uneventful. It started on Thursday. It was really a long fucking week, and by Thursday night I was terribly beat. I didn't get out of work until about 11:30, but I didn't want to do the work-guitar lesson-work, 14-hour work-then-sleep routine. So I made myself go out. Not that I needed that much convincing. So I met Rodzilla at 7B, where she was hanging out with some friends. She was already half in the bag when I got there, and it didn't help that the table she was at was extremely wobbly. Through two drinks, I mostly talked with one of her friends, a friendly guy who works at the school with her, while she caroused at the bar. I was a little annoyed when, right after her friend left, she pooped out and then felt sick. Not really her fault, but not an atypical occurrence. So we went and got her a slice of pizza. Watching her eat it was one of the funnier events of my day. So I walked her back to her school, where she was spending the night,, and took a cab home. A pretty expensive night.
Friday, the roommates all met up at Matt's place, and then we walked to a pool hall on Flatbush Ave. Jed and Matt had been there a few nights before, playing air hockey and ping-pong, and Dylan was all fired up to play. So around 1 am. we headed out. I was a little tweaked out at first. I generally don't like pool halls at all. And it was a fairly intimidating scene inside, especially since everyone was playing pool and we were heading for the air hockey and pin-pong table. Anyway, it ended up being pretty fun. We're very competitive, so any game always has an extra meaning attached to it. It's sort of amazing how much you can injure yourself playing air hockey. My roommate Josh broke his cell phone whilst playing.
Saturday was spent watching TV, watching the snow, and watching people at Great Lakes. I tried to engage in conversation with this girl that Matt had been eyeing by the door, and this caused us to get in a minor argument over whether or not I was a "team player." He was quite vehement in his complaints that my only tactic was to degrade him in front of other people. First of all, I really wasn't that interested in talking to this girl, and was just trying to initiate conversation on his behalf. Secondly, I was quite vehement in my protests of his selection of headwear. I don't think it was doing him much good. It was a little knit-cap, which the bartender said made him look fairly Muslim. "You're not causing any trouble with that hat, are you," was his first comment. "Causing trouble" is a good thing I guess. Anyway, there was also this girl that looked an awful lot like Alf Mushpie from Bloom County looking at me with one of her friends and laughing. Or giggling. I'm not sure which. It had been a rough day of female interaction all around, starting with my being punched in the face while walking along 7th Ave. There I was, carrying my sushi home for lunch, when this girl I was trying to get past says to her friend "So I did one of these," and leaps in the air and flails her arms out like she's a ballerina or something, which brought her fist right to my head-level and she whacks me a good one right under my right eye. Of course, she turned around immediately and was like "Oh my god, I'm sorry!" I hate when these things happen to me, which seem to happen quite often. I always feel like a jack ass, even though it wasn't my fault. I don't want to make a big deal out of it, but i also don't want to be too nonchalant either. That makes me look too timid. Anyway, I was like "Oh, geez, I'm sorry. Is your hand ok?" The other girl was like "Where did you hit him?" I was like "Right around this area right here," making a circlular motion around my entire head. She said sorry again, and I said, all timid-like, "Ju--just don't do it again!" Then I started to walk away, looked back and sprinted off. They found this amusing. I was going to tell her "You hit like a girl!" but she looked like the type of person who would take offense to that sort of comment, as did her girlfriend.So Jen from DC is in town right now, and I'm going to meet her in about three minutes. I'm pretty fucking tired. But I promised I'd go out with her, and I am a man of my word. Though some people would probably say different. I guess you could say I'm a somewhat lazy man, who sticks by his word unless it's terribly inconvenient. That's only what some people would say. Not that i don't want to go out with Jen tonight. And actually, I don't think I actually promised. She demanded. She's a pushy dame. But I like that. So I'm looking forward to it. What I am not looking forward to is going to work tomorrow, on MLK day no less. I can't believe I don't get the day off. How thoroughly un-American. Of course, the company is owned by a Canadian conglomerate. Anyway, I'm off for some rock n' roll fun.
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