Tuesday, January 18, 2005

Where there is a will there is...a way...to play...Whirleyball

Friday after work was good fun as I was told at Ola's that I look like a beatle. In retrospect she said that although the beatles were deemed rebellious, their hair really wasn't that out of control when they just came out. I guess that was until Paul had more hair showing than clothes during which George rode around in his citar car and John was feeding a fat lady spaghetti by the shovel. Ironically we listened to the entire latin-american Beatles cover album, an absolute gem from the somewhat scarce selection of Ola's jukebox. After Ola's everyone spilled over to the lovers's lounge(lava) and it felt like a private party for the first 2 hours. The bartender said those first two hours were her moment of zen as she dripped honey into her tea that helps her reach nirvana. JC asked her if the honey was special and she said nope, got it at Edmar. That was enough for me and I retreated to the hotel california VIP room in the back. I stopped drinking around 8pm and switched to free cokes as whenever one says they're the designated driver you get about 6 free cokes on a silver platter along with a tailor measuring your cuff links for absolute pleasure in the process, and a man ready to give you a shave and haircut. If only every bar treated DD's as well as the lava. We got to Whirley ball around 12 and were pushed to the front of the queue thanks in no small part to Sarah and her sweet-T connection who turned out to be quite the all star at W-ball with his custom scoop. The place was crawling with fratties and in the words of my brother, "its a date rapist convention." A funny scene from the bathroom goes as follows:

beta-yo dude you working it tonight

alpha-you know it, cutie's into me

alpha-Hey Sig you alright? Haven't seen you all night.

Sig-yeah man,just a little wasted but I'm ready to put my A-game on.

-----jeff goes to wash his hands---------------

Beta-yo alpha, this guy looks like Dave Groehl.
---jeff groans looks to the ceiling then to some sort of clear unscathed path to the sink------------
Beta-No really you do look like him dude. you look like him. you look like him!
Jeff-standard dave groehl congragulatory nod and acceptance

Stay on target, stay on target. This past weekend I attended a 16 hour GRE course. Waking up at 7am on Saturday and Sunday is not my cup of tea and as Nick put it, "man thats gonna suck." Is was a little brutal but hey I learned the word gossamer which means "light" and "airy." Yup I went to sleep at 9pm on sat for the first time in about 15 years.

1 Comments:

Blogger Jeff said...

At this rate, someday when you're 85 and wheeling your way along the hallway in the Renaissance, some other 85 year-old former frat jerkoff is going to hit you with a cane and tell you, "Dude, you look like Dave Grohl."

I'm amazed at the tenacity of your likeness. It must be unbearable. An unbearable likeness of being, as it were. Bizarre how that wordplay works out.

12:27 PM  

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