11/6

It makes me sad that most of my adventures are left out of my blogs, these days. I can't help it. I think it's something about it remaining a memory, it just feels nice. But this one... I want to make damn sure I remember.

Heather and I were planning to see the Fourth Kind tonight, that was the set idea since Wednesday. In typical Heather form, she calls me the day of the event to confirm. The movie's at 10:50, we're all set. UNTIL! she calls and needs to hang out at my house for a bit because she's locked out of her place and doesn't want to go watch her boyfriend smoke pot for a while. So she comes over, we hang out, my mom comes home, we snack and talk. Eventually, Aubrey takes us back to Heather's, where family has arrived. We get Roo and head out, but at that point, it's already 11:00. We get to the movies at about 11:25 and see that they're closed. Our next plan: BOWLING.

Who doesn't like bowling, really? Beside the fact that our local bowling alley likes to rape your wallet, it's all fun and games. Can you believe that it's $17 PER FUCKING PERSON to bowl? The nice, bald man let us get in with $12, but still. Being cute will only get you so far. Then we have to get shoes. They're fine, but I was wearing flats, so I had to BUY socks. And the socks didn't even fit. Oh, and the socks that didn't fit? Guess how much they cost. Go ahead, guess.

$2.50 for a pair of unfitting fucking socks. They you're going to wear for, what, 2 hours? And then throw away! Fucking bullshit, I say. BULL-FUCKING-SHIT.

But we paid the fees and went on our merry way.

They play relatively okay music in the bowling alley, though. Lady Gaga and Soulja Boy, you know. A few indie kid love songs that we all hate, but that was okay. I think I kicked ass in the games we played, but somehow, Roo wound up winning. Who knows? Maybe she had lucky shoes.

So we go to leave, and while we're waiting for a Muse song to play out, a bunch of black fellas yell to us "Yo, snow bunnies, come on! Come over!" So, we laugh and giggle and smile and look silly and then I finally decide "Fuck it, let's." We shake hands and they teach us how to play this game. We waved to a camera that one of them was holding, recording the game with. They were nice, really. The Muse song was over and we decided to leave.

Out of money, but not quite ready to retreat, we think "Where can we go next?" Well, across the street from our bowling alley, there's a wonderful little adult entertainment shop. Do I have to explain much further?

We walk in. Heather and I show our identification, while Roo goes "I left mine in the car. Wanna come help me get it?" I follow her outside and we die, laughing. I mean, really. Fell to the asphalt and cried hysterically. Heather was still inside. Once we crawled into the car, I called her and told her to "get the FUCK out." She did and we left.

That was my night. I bet yours just rolled over and died, in comparison.