Get off work. Stupid shits again. Get to the shop in Uptown and gotta piss. Vince pulls up by me, and I go into Indio to take a piss. We hit up the BLB aka Bryant Lake Bowl. Got a Delirium, a beer that is 8 or 9% alcohol apparently. Had that. Was mad tired, near passing out and falling asleep multiple times throughout the night.
Met a guy named Matt and his GF Emily. Matt was Eric's roomate for a little while. He does graphics and things of that nature now. Vince and Matt were chatting it up for a few hours and drank like 5+ beers each O.O . That is mind boggling to me. I can't even fit 5 pints of water or food, well maybe just the water part, in my stomach.
Anthony got a flat and got home. He repaired that shit and headed over to meet up with me and Vince at BLB. I order a roast beef and swiss from Caffrey's sub shop and Vince gets a simply philly. Shit comes and we scarf it down with the quickness. We then ride and then hit up Too Much Love at First Avenue at downtown at about 145am. We meet Adam, Tyler, and this girl named Spanish working the door there. We stay there until about 230am. We head out and are getting the munchies. We begin booking it to Mesa Pizza. We get caught up near the Metrodome, and see friends playing Bike Polo in the parking lot. We stop and grab a few games before being kicked out at about 330 or 345am. The security guard sees us and becomes his ass self. I bike home afterwards and get to my door. FUCK. I lost my keys. I don't have them anymore. I track back the way to downtown at First Avenue. No luck. I call Vince, and end up crashing at his place. He twisted his ankle on the way home:(
Work again. Sucked. Never blog about work unless some mall shooting happens.....
I was so tired the night before, because I went to sleep at around 4am and awoke at 830ish-am or so, that I slept on the couch at work after closing for about an hour and a half. Well, afterwards, I hit up BLB, and low and behold, I find my keys. I know this is some sort of sign that good people get things rewarded sometimes. Be a good person.
I go to try to see the room of the place I was supposed to rent out with some others. No one there or answer the door. I then book it to my place and shower. I shower fat because then it is about 930pm. I showered quickly because I wanted to hit up Kowloon, a chinese restaurant that closes at 10pm and is very scrumptious.
I also texted Jeny and made plans to hang out with hers. She works at Zumiez in Southdale, and is moving back with her mom the day after labor day or something, and that is near Lacrosse Wisconsin. I eat my Peking pork ribs dinner special, and start riding. I get to her place. Her roomate is working on some graphical internet background based on a oriental rug pattern. We end up watching Wallace and Gromit: Curse of The Were-Rabbit. I slip in and out of reality during this due to my state of mind. She then pops in the movie Charlie Bartlett after. I have no fucking clue what this movie is about or recollect anything. She made some pasta and corn on the cob for me and her roommate during the movie. Yummy. I had a strawberry lemonade drink with that. Her roommate called it a night somewhere while I was asleep during Wallace and Gromit. We then continue to watch some episodes of Grey's Anatomy season 4 off of my computer. We watch episodes until 5am. I know right? I end up crashing on her couch. Shoulda probably crashed with her on her bed, but, dunno if she was diggin that idea:/ I woke up at 830am. Book it to Hennepin an catch the bus there to work the next day. Fin.
BLAH. Worked. Went home afterwards. I meet up with Vince, Cathy, and Anthony at Applebees around some time. We kick it there for a little. Anthony was a bitch and went home to grab a sweater for an hour or so (sarcasm on the time). Me, Vince, and Cathy are in front of the TCF at Stadium Village just playing around. Vince practices his pull-offs against curbs and walls. I'm practicing like a mug on doing backwards circles. Shits fucking hard. Once Anthony returns, we head to Coffman Union to practice in front of that area. Cathy tells a tale of her fucked up friend who wants her to pay half the rent for a 1 bedroom place, and gets only a futon for her "room" with no curtain. Hence why is quoted the room. FUCK that. Bitch is taking advantage. Fuck outta here if you think that is ok or right at all. Cathy told her that she won't be there that much, but shit, give her a living space and privacy. Went home afterwards at around 2am.
Worked. Excited mood. Finished closing fast. Waited for Jeny to finish to head over to the Worn to Be Wild event at Vs. Uptown. Got there, no place easily to park. She parks about 2 blocks away. She finds this construction cone and sticks it in the middle of a residential street. We start walking away and check out the people that have to swerve or brake and go around it. Hilarious.
When we get to the party, it is in full swing. This is around about 1030pm or 10ish. I get the last Red Bull again, and lotta vodka. A brawl breaks out in front. Egos, Drunks, lost phone, blah blah blah. Fucking grow up. Cops show up after, probably a domestic disturbance call. I head over to Williams with Jeny and meet some of her OG, aka Olive Garden, co-workers/friends. They are cool folk. Stay there until about 1pm. We then try to go to Bar Abilene, but that is closed too. Then there is the trek to Stella's. I almost walk into a huge spider. Keep in mind I am taking a lot of photos along the night. Chilled at Stella's to slightly before closing. I get a ride with Jeny back to her place and crash on the couch again. I know, boring blog. :P
Shitty Day. Rain, Rain, More Cloud, More Rain. On a high note, the USA team in olympic events is doing well. I got fall Hundreds items. I got some shits. I sold shits. This night, I called it easy. I end up sleeping at about midnight. I had burned some of Smallville for a friend of mine.
Who knows what this day will hold. It began bad though. I get to the bus stop at 835am, bus comes at 838am. FUCK, and forgot my cellphone. I bike back to grab it. I leave taking some alternate slight route. I am at 4th st. and 10th ave.. I am turning right, hippie santa claus bearded man in suburban turns into my lane cutting me off and not knowing how to drive, where you turn into the CLOSEST lane. DUMBFUCKS. The more reason that I hate drivers more and more everyday. They can't drive following rules, and are like horses, driving with blinders, never looking around them. Fuckers with 2000 lb metal death machines. How many deaths have been caused by or with cars? How many deaths have been caused by bicycles? 'Nuff said. Thats the shittiest way to begin the day.
No pictures. Talk to Vince, who took my USB transfer cord and prevents me from uploading pictures.