So last night the whole picking-up-what's-his-face-from-jail thing fell through, so I sat in the Arlington Safeway parking lot (TRAGIC) and talked to Don on the phone for a while. Called Mike around 11:30 and met up with him and Megan at the Denny's bar on Evergreen. Drama broke out almost instantly. HEH. I pretty much walked in, we started talking amongst ourselves and this thoroughly wasted, burly-ass middle-aged guy came up to Mike and asked if they could talk outside. Of course, this bewildered Megan and I, so we followed. Apparently, this guy is Melissa's (the bartender and a friend of Mike's) boyfriend's dad, and he thought Mike was ogling Melissa, so some guys were gonna kick his ass and he wanted us to leave. HEH! Eventually someone set him straight and we were 'permitted' to stay, but for the rest of our stay there, this guy kept barging in on our conversations to talk to Mike about Stanwood and football. What. The. Dick.
So. I ended up having to leave my car there and follow Megan's roomate to their new house in Mike's car, 'cause Megan wasn't good to drive, so Mike drove her car. Goddamn, I love driving Mike's car. That bitch is so smooth. Heh. Drank some vodka-crans and had some weird-ass conversation that went from AIDS to work to racial profiling to time travel and back to AIDS again. Dear god. It had literally been THREE FUCKING WEEKS since I'd been immersed in AIDS nonsense.
Mike drove me back to my car around 3am, and from there I went and grabbed some B'fish, went home and passed out watching Family Guy. Glee.
I need to do something today. Anything as simple as detailing the shit out of my car to just hanging out with someone. And anything in between.
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