Muggy Monday

I'm not exactly sure what to make of this horrible weather.  The rain is beating down on the asphalt as if to lay down the law.  I'm on campus despite the fact that my BIO class was cancelled.  Super annoying.  Oh well.  Today was meant to be a study/homework/partial blog day anyhow.

After leaving the brewery (one of my many jobs), I went and met with my friend AZ at Howl at the Moon, a rooftop bar at the epicentre.   It isn't particularly one of my favorite nightlife destinations but I was lured with the promise of a very strong Long Island Ice tea.  He didn't have to tell me twice.  It was apparently a spontaneous party put together by his sister.  It was a nice little gathering.  Her boyfriend was there (to my disappointment).  She was foxy.  His brother seemed nice enough as well. Less confident than AZ but brothers aren't necessarily meant to be alike in every aspect.

The funny part was that his sister brought her two girlfriends whose main interest was devouring of two pizzas sitting in front of them.  I've never seen two girls eat pizzas with such immense vigor.  Then again, they were the chubbier type and obviously had no regard for their own physicality aside from the usual justification that men should probably like them for who they are on the inside.  I couldn't help but chuckle to myself and grin facing the opposite direction.

After this short bonding experience with AZ's familia and their pets, Tweedle One and Tweedle Two, we were off to VBGB to meet with tripod three, D-Town.  He of course was sitting fashionably at the bar, semi-drunk with a DJ buddy of his I had met during a prior encounter at the same place.  (He still didn't hand over the $20 he owes me the bum).  Shane, AZ's buddy met up with us as well.

I spent my time sipping on a beer and lurking as the two guys AZ and Shane decided to practice their approaches...did I mention that they're pickup artists?  Yeah.  My life.  As thoroughly entertaining as this was, we did end up at Suite.

We went meet my friend C-Bear and her boyfriend J-Hoff for her pre-birthday celebration.  I felt bad because she didn't have very many girlfriends.  Her tag-along buddy was a trollish looking girl with breasts looking to spill like milk out of a mug...definitely referring to how pasty white she was.  I was drunk....I did happen to slap my cheek against them....I slightly regret that decision.

That my dear friends, was a touch-over of my weekend.  More happened but,  I'm going to keep some things to myself.