Watering Wallflowers.
Most of the packaged grated cheese that I purchased a while back was all clumped together and starting to form some mold. To remedy the situation I biked over to Price Chopper to get some pitas and other supplies to fulfill my grocery needs, and my self-made pizza needs. When I got out of the store it started to rain, and I stood there with my school bag on my back and plastic bag in hand wondering if I should wait it out or just brave it. I figured it wasn’t coming down too hard so I made my way back home using the Rotary trail.
I talked to Nick and Kelly earlier today and tomorrow we’re going to see X-Men 3 in theatres sometime in the afternoon. Already got word from Ced and Scott that it is a really awesome flick, so I can’t wait.
I started making my pizzas and I called up Kelly to see if he wanted some before he went off to work at the Rooster. He came over and we ate some pizza and made jokes about Adam and the mean stuff we use to do to him through-out our fourth year. Kate and I would normally tag team him where if one of us insulted him the other would pop their head in and yell: “Zing!” Such good times. Kelly went off to get ready for work and told me to stop by at the bar tonight. I said maybe and he went along his way.
Upstairs in my room the internet actually started working for me quite well (I guess they read my blog), so I took advantage of the moment to catch up on my blog bookmarks. I have about 20+ blogs that I would normally read everyday, but with this internet connection I’m lucky to be able to get two in my daily schedule.
I was some what itching to get out and get some social interaction so I decided to head over to the Rooster. I threw on my blue Dockers shirt with white stripes that was lying on the floor and slipped on my Globe shoes and walked along George Street towards the bar. Along the way gangs of students owed the night. Some were gang of girls dressed up, some were high school-esque gangs of short white guys trying to dress like a black guy, and others were a mix of people expressing their individuality. They were all walking in the opposite direction as me, away from the Downtown center. This is very weird for this to be happening around 23:00 hours because this is prime time for the bars. I took some money out of the ATM at a bank and then stood in line up in front of the bar. Cedric was working the door so I could have just went up there and got in, but there were only two people in front of me so I thought it would be pointless. I remember how cool that was when I got Karen and her friends to skip the line with me that one night, (read Whitehouse) lead to some good rewards. I owe Ced for that one.
I chat with Cedric for a while before heading into the bar, we of course had to know if we saw 24 or not. Then we start doing some re-enactments from the last couple of episodes. I walked inside and there is a sparse amount of people, mostly around the bar. I go up and order a Corona and wave “hi” to Mike, who is an old residence mate of mine. I see Kelly at the wall near the patio so I go up to greet him and then I went outside on the patio to talk to Scott. He told me about what went on in Managerial Accounting last Wednesday and we shared stories about writing the assignment. I went back inside and stood by the wall and enjoyed the scenery. I had to eventually move away from the wall when a whole crowd of people were in front of me after a line up had formed to go outside. I needed another beer anyways. I stood around Scott for a bit after, who was now up on the stage on the opposite side. The bar was filling up fast now and the dance floor was getting packed. The DJ was being annoying by only playing clip-its of songs, some of which would have been nice to hear the whole version. He did redeem himself later in the night however by playing some sweet mixed tracks.
I ran into Leanne and Allison on the dance floor. Leanne is this tall beauty, about 6’1” I think or taller, and Allison is someone I am also friends with, she’s taking managerial accounting with me too. I dance with them for a while, Allison is so drunk it is rather funny, and when they eventually leave I stay on the dance floor for a while longer until it filled up with more dudes than women. That’s when I left to stand outside for a bit and talk with Ced.
Kelly always says that the best part about coming to the Rooster was not what was happening inside, but what would happen outside after hours. When all the drunken people come out from the bar fights always happen and drama blows up. One girl wearing this black top was holding her stomach and crying. Complaining how the girl bouncer kicked her in the stomach when escorting her out. I’m holding back some laughter though because she was just relentless in complaining. Of course when you are drunk you think you are in the right all the time. Later on this guy in a plaid shirt started fighting some random guy on the street. They were holding each other’s opposite arm and swinging each other around near a no-parking sign. It almost looks like a fight scene from west side story. After they were satisfied with the fight, the guy in the plaid shirt came up and asked Cedric if he can get in [the bar]. “I just saw you fight like two seconds ago!” exclaimed Cedric. He then told him a song and dance about how the bar is closing in ten minutes.
Everyone was crowding around the doors and nothing much else was going on so I decided to head home. When I finally got home from the walk I realized that I really wanted some coke (pop), so I took off my dress shirt and put on my Adidas warm-up jacket and got on my bike to go to the Macs all the way near my old place. It was a calming bike ride, I stood up on the pedals for most of the way looking all over in the dark trails for anyone lurking. When I got the Macs I put on the kickstand and went inside. It was the same as usual, the guy behind the counter is speaking East Indian on the phone, a couple of drunks are looking around for snacks, and I’m over at the drink section looking to see what I can get for the cheapest. I pick up the usual two cokes for $2.22 special. When I get outside I stuff them in my back pack and head back home.
As I approach a section of the trail a bright white parking lot light shines through some of the trees blinding my vision of the trail. It seeped through the trees and illuminated the fog around me much like when you see the sun shine through a window to reveal tiny dust particles. I looked downward to see if I’m still on the trail but all I could see is a dark void. Luckily I managed to get past no problem, you know, not running into trees or something.
When I got back in my house I drank one of the coke bottles and ate some all-dressed Crispers. What an awesome combination at two in the morning.
Peace.
I talked to Nick and Kelly earlier today and tomorrow we’re going to see X-Men 3 in theatres sometime in the afternoon. Already got word from Ced and Scott that it is a really awesome flick, so I can’t wait.
I started making my pizzas and I called up Kelly to see if he wanted some before he went off to work at the Rooster. He came over and we ate some pizza and made jokes about Adam and the mean stuff we use to do to him through-out our fourth year. Kate and I would normally tag team him where if one of us insulted him the other would pop their head in and yell: “Zing!” Such good times. Kelly went off to get ready for work and told me to stop by at the bar tonight. I said maybe and he went along his way.
Upstairs in my room the internet actually started working for me quite well (I guess they read my blog), so I took advantage of the moment to catch up on my blog bookmarks. I have about 20+ blogs that I would normally read everyday, but with this internet connection I’m lucky to be able to get two in my daily schedule.
I was some what itching to get out and get some social interaction so I decided to head over to the Rooster. I threw on my blue Dockers shirt with white stripes that was lying on the floor and slipped on my Globe shoes and walked along George Street towards the bar. Along the way gangs of students owed the night. Some were gang of girls dressed up, some were high school-esque gangs of short white guys trying to dress like a black guy, and others were a mix of people expressing their individuality. They were all walking in the opposite direction as me, away from the Downtown center. This is very weird for this to be happening around 23:00 hours because this is prime time for the bars. I took some money out of the ATM at a bank and then stood in line up in front of the bar. Cedric was working the door so I could have just went up there and got in, but there were only two people in front of me so I thought it would be pointless. I remember how cool that was when I got Karen and her friends to skip the line with me that one night, (read Whitehouse) lead to some good rewards. I owe Ced for that one.
I chat with Cedric for a while before heading into the bar, we of course had to know if we saw 24 or not. Then we start doing some re-enactments from the last couple of episodes. I walked inside and there is a sparse amount of people, mostly around the bar. I go up and order a Corona and wave “hi” to Mike, who is an old residence mate of mine. I see Kelly at the wall near the patio so I go up to greet him and then I went outside on the patio to talk to Scott. He told me about what went on in Managerial Accounting last Wednesday and we shared stories about writing the assignment. I went back inside and stood by the wall and enjoyed the scenery. I had to eventually move away from the wall when a whole crowd of people were in front of me after a line up had formed to go outside. I needed another beer anyways. I stood around Scott for a bit after, who was now up on the stage on the opposite side. The bar was filling up fast now and the dance floor was getting packed. The DJ was being annoying by only playing clip-its of songs, some of which would have been nice to hear the whole version. He did redeem himself later in the night however by playing some sweet mixed tracks.
I ran into Leanne and Allison on the dance floor. Leanne is this tall beauty, about 6’1” I think or taller, and Allison is someone I am also friends with, she’s taking managerial accounting with me too. I dance with them for a while, Allison is so drunk it is rather funny, and when they eventually leave I stay on the dance floor for a while longer until it filled up with more dudes than women. That’s when I left to stand outside for a bit and talk with Ced.
Kelly always says that the best part about coming to the Rooster was not what was happening inside, but what would happen outside after hours. When all the drunken people come out from the bar fights always happen and drama blows up. One girl wearing this black top was holding her stomach and crying. Complaining how the girl bouncer kicked her in the stomach when escorting her out. I’m holding back some laughter though because she was just relentless in complaining. Of course when you are drunk you think you are in the right all the time. Later on this guy in a plaid shirt started fighting some random guy on the street. They were holding each other’s opposite arm and swinging each other around near a no-parking sign. It almost looks like a fight scene from west side story. After they were satisfied with the fight, the guy in the plaid shirt came up and asked Cedric if he can get in [the bar]. “I just saw you fight like two seconds ago!” exclaimed Cedric. He then told him a song and dance about how the bar is closing in ten minutes.
Everyone was crowding around the doors and nothing much else was going on so I decided to head home. When I finally got home from the walk I realized that I really wanted some coke (pop), so I took off my dress shirt and put on my Adidas warm-up jacket and got on my bike to go to the Macs all the way near my old place. It was a calming bike ride, I stood up on the pedals for most of the way looking all over in the dark trails for anyone lurking. When I got the Macs I put on the kickstand and went inside. It was the same as usual, the guy behind the counter is speaking East Indian on the phone, a couple of drunks are looking around for snacks, and I’m over at the drink section looking to see what I can get for the cheapest. I pick up the usual two cokes for $2.22 special. When I get outside I stuff them in my back pack and head back home.
As I approach a section of the trail a bright white parking lot light shines through some of the trees blinding my vision of the trail. It seeped through the trees and illuminated the fog around me much like when you see the sun shine through a window to reveal tiny dust particles. I looked downward to see if I’m still on the trail but all I could see is a dark void. Luckily I managed to get past no problem, you know, not running into trees or something.
When I got back in my house I drank one of the coke bottles and ate some all-dressed Crispers. What an awesome combination at two in the morning.
Peace.
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