Anyway, Friday Landon, Hart, his brother Jayson( HAPPY 27TH BIRTHDAY!) and I drank on top of their roof, and discussed physics and Marky Mark. Now, let me explain it wasnt an apartment building, this was the third story of their house. Anywhere else but Uptown, this wouldve been weird to see (and there was a decent amount of foot traffic). In Uptown, it seemed ordinary almost. From there we went to Williams, where Hart helped me with my darts. Why wouldnt a game involving drinking and something that can put an eye out be a good idea? They aren't as awesome when someone stabs you in the ass cheek with them either (seriously, WTF Landon?! I think my response of a kick answered any questions you had about whether that was a good idea or not). Calvin Crustitron who joined up with us later, was drunk enough to be chatting with a chubby who had a boyfriend. That unnegotiably = a double fail.
Saturday delicious Ghenghis Grill followed up by The Other Boelyn Girl, and a slushie(enhanced by my flask full of vodka). The movie was mediocre. I think part of my problem was that I went in expecting to see Natalie Portmans boobs. I'm not quite sure how I got the impression that's what would be in the movie, but I did. And when this didn't happen, combined with the weird rabbit trails the plot went off on, my experience was only salvaged by the quality of my company.
Today I went to the Electric Fetus, a sweet indie store that's full of records, incense, blasphemous products (like the nun chucks), Pirate bandaids, smoking paraphanlia, weird books, and this awesome car air freshner I picked up.
I had someone recently see me parallel park, and being from the suburbs was like: "YOU JUST HIT THAT CAR", and I was like "no, I nudged them to make sure my car was nice and snug in there. " when you live in the city, as long as you aren't blocking a driveway or a fire hydrant, it's time to be creative, whether that means parking on a snow drift, or moving the dumpster up a few inches.