2:35 am and friday nights

It’s 2:35 early Saturday morning.  Pete left for the weekend, and although Rainbow Six is a faithful friend, playing video games by myself on a Friday night just seems a bit sad.  (Plus, I’m at this really hard part that I don’t currently have the patience for.)  To compliment my current state of loneliness, I thought I’d share some funny stories with you all…whoever you may be.

1.  Tonight at Arts Fest, I was downtown on Allen Street listening to Lemonsoul play a set after telling Samie, Andrew, Dannie, and Brett that there was no way I was waiting in the 3 block line to get into Indigo.  While standing there soaking up the vibes, a 70 something lady walked by with a disgruntled look on her face and her fingers in her ears.  It’s definitely one of those “you had to be there moments” but I couldn’t help but laugh…she looked so pissed.
2. On my way up to my friends’ apartment, I took a few steps outside of Simmons and heard a strange splashing noise.  Much to my surprise, a blitzed freshman was taking a leak about 5 feet from me on that little strip of sidewalk between McElwain and Simmons.  His wang was just dangling there and he had pee all over his hands.  All I can say is:  it wasn’t cold out, but if you got a look at this dude’s snicker doodle you would have thought he had just trekked the frozen tundra in his Sponge Bob undies.
3. I broke Pete’s windshield with my hand.  I cannot even begin to explain why hitting his windshield seemed like a good idea to me, but I was in one of those goofy moods where no thoughts or actions really get filtered…and bad things happen.  Alcohol was not involved for those of you concerned (or assuming).

That’s about it for now.  I’m not sure what to do at this point…it’s 2:54 and I’m still not really tired…but I am really, really bored.

Good night.