I wasn't gonna drink, so I drank a Miller Lite

I am still feeling the effects of last night. I'm not even going to mention the time since it is on the bottom of this post.

I need to watch myself better. The only spirits in the house were 3 one-shotters that were leftovers from a friend's friend's 21st birthday. I went over to Sonj's house, where it's air conditioned, and finished those. I also was polite and had some tequila with her housemate. OBVIOUSLY, we went to 'Hatters for the Long Island's. I had a couple and was feeling good. There's this hazy part of the night and then I end up near Broom street with some tri-delts and dudes; no clue who the the dudes are. Apparently, one of the guys lived in this apt area and so we decided to jump a locked fence that is taller than me, and go swimming. Since my mom decides to read this blog, I am skipping some action and going to the main and hilarious part of the night.

A black guy comes down from the building and starts yellling. I am oblivous to this fact as I am thoroughly enjoying my surroundings. One of the naked, really white guys that I think lives there, went over by him and started yelling back. Both combined would come up to my belly-button, but none-the-less, the black guy jumps the fence and decides to make a point of saying he's the man. The NAKED white guy wants to show that his penis, that everyone can clearly see, is not that small and starts wresting the dude.

No one cares, but he does manage to ruin the moment and so we all leave. As I am picking up my clothes, a cop yells,"Hey you, stop right there." I, possibly too enebriated, possibly too nonchalant, look at him with one of my 'how the hell could you have made it out of the womb' looks and stay standing there. The white guy on the other hand, bolts. I finish putting on my clothes as the cop tackles this naked white guy behind some bushes. I walk home wet and go to bed empty handed.

So much for not drinking on a Thursday night.

The Rub

My parents came bright and early on Saturday morn, around 10:30AM. They picked up my stuff, as I am leaving soon, and then we went to dinner. As usual, my parents thought it would be a good idea to go to Noodles, Inc. I live on state street with some of the best foreign cuisines in the US, and they want to go to Noodles. My dad understands that he is not cultured and so at least asks if there are any other good places to visit. We don't have that much money so the choices are limited. It's about lunch time, so a sandwich sounds good to me.
Med. Cafe
It's a tiny Mediterranean style take-out/sit-in restaurant. Main dish: schwarma. My dad and I order a "sandwich" which is a traditional wrap of beef and lamb schwarma with tomatoes, onions, sauce, and other delicious Greek items. My dad loved it. It was also kind to his pocketbook, so I think I found a new defacto for him. My mom said she didn't like the spices they put on the meat, and so ordered a salad. She still liked the salad, but definitely did not have the same experience.

I'm finally getting to my parents. Or they are getting better at obliging me. Either way, I'm happy.

TEST

So I stubbled upon this entry I never published way back in April. Seems like a long time ago, which it was. Not sure if posting it now is even appropriate... Well, I felt I needed to blog the entry for historical purposes, even if it is just for myself.

Today is Friday, April 8, 2005.Last night was either my first or second time ever partying on Thursday during any semester since I've been in college.Yesterday started off well, with me attending my lone class and I was even early to work. H even visited. Even so, I was a little down, with a the gf dumping me and pretty much failing my midterm two days earlier. Happiness solution: get wasted. I started off the night at Church Key, which I still think is freaking ghetto. But it was supposed to be cheap and I had 3 very strong mixers in an hour, so I was feeling pretty good. Then we were off to the real bar, MadHatters. Deal of the night: Long Islands for $2. I think I had 3, maybe 4 .... I'm not really sure. Then the party really started. Klein and T-rent show up. Apparently T-rent had the same idea as me and was thoroughly happy. His gf also dumped him. The @house is single once again!!! The night was not completed though until a rando showed up on our porch with a backpack full of budweiser and stories about tripping on acid...
And I still made work the next day.

Weird that it's been 3 months since the post. Time is flyin'.

I'm Flying Past My Summer

Late Thursday night my mom called, "reminding" me that I had a dentist appointment on Saturday morning. ANOTHER weekend in Random. That's 3 of the past 5 weekends in Random Lake, and none of the past 5 in Madison.

Friday night I "went out" to the new pizzaria in town. It just opened and it's a young guy not from the area. Apparently he has beer from all over the world. Due to the bus situation, I didn't arrive until 10:35PM and the pizzaria sign said it closed at 11. I still sat down with Nate for a $2.50 spotted cow. Hit the spot. The owner comes over and we start chatting. Not only does he have international beer, he has international experiences, and he lives in random lake! To start off one of his stories he brought over some Spatan and finished another tale with some Sapporo. That's right, he lived in Japan for awhile. As I look at the clock, I notice the time is steadily marching past midnight. I asked him why he didn't have the place open later. He stated that he would if more people like us showed up. It sucks that a good bar with great food is struggling, especially since the other shitty, smokey, deep-fried bars are doing so well. Well, after a good amount of beers, Nate and I finally walked home. Yet another astonshing accomplishment for the crazed, drunk-driving loonies of random.

To new heights I shall rise

NYC is done. It's funny, but the best times I had weren't with @ers. Not sure why this comes as that big of a surprise as most of the @ers in NYC aren't from NYC. Not till I met up with Lyna did I start to experience some New York culture. Clubs are nice, but they're normal for me. Shisha bars are the same now. I needed something new and different.

We went to a small, very small, American Legion Hall in Harlem. All night long, local musicians came to the hall and jammed together playing some of the best blues I've ever heard. I haven't thought about how much I miss playing my own sax until that night. Some of the impromptu songs were just phenomenal

I also met a crazy drummer that plays in Japan. Jazz is definitely American. I never thought Japan would have a Jazz audience. I'm always learning something new, especially when I'm not expecting it. I talked with him for at least 45 minutes about Japanese culture and places he's been and places I should go. I got his bus card, since he plays in Kobe and Osaka which will be near me in Japan. (I'm getting anxious)

Also, Omar, you're awesome. I had a great talk, but our paths diverged after the first night, otherwise, you might have made more than the endnote of this entry.;-)

the middle of nowhere

Well, I bought the ticket to NYC. Completely missed the "Booze Cruise" though. My plane from Madison to Chicago got delayed an hour because fighter jets were practicing taking off and landing. I then got pushed back to a later flight out of chitown, but found out that every plane to New York City was waaaay late. Delta wouldn't give me my original flight back. Bitches. So this flight got delayed over 3.5 hours also and it turns out that I left Chicago as the boat was leaving the harbor in New York. I finally arrived at the NYU dorms, just as the boat docked. I did get a free drink on the plane ride from chicago to new york, though.

As this is my second full day in New York state, I have seen NO attractions and will not be seeing any until at least tomorrow. I decided to visit a friend from HS that's going to the CIA (Culinary Institute of America) which is located in the great town of Poughkeepsie. It's a 2 hour train ride north of the city. The Jamaican dinner I just ate has enraged the gods in my lower abdominal region. Looks like we're visiting a microbrewery tonight. Some of the ladies in the CIA will be joining us; although, martinis still seem out of place.