Weekend Adventures

This past weekend was a little different than the usual - but no less fun!

Friday was A Naughty Night In - and not to be spoken of further! hehe

Saturday the Pi went and did something she said she wasn't going to be doing (much) anymore...

Shopping!!

Moderation is key, right?

So I ONLY bought 2 pairs of shoes.

I've been obsessing over this handbag I saw early last week...

Arcadia.

I went back to scoop its ass up and it was GONE.

Some bitch bought my bag.

There were others there...

But they weren't was I was looking for...

I almost threw a First-Class Hissy Fit.

Almost.

After my power shopping I returned home with my booty.

It was about 80 frickin degrees outside, meaning the building was freakin HOT.

After tramping up the stairs to my second floor apartment I realize that my keys are not in my purse.

So I got all the way back down stairs with my 2 big shopping bags...

There they are, sitting on my passenger side seat, mocking me.

Fuck.

Luckily the office was open and I was able to get into my place to grab that spare set...

Saturday night I had a goal.

Make out with the lead singer of the band.

Totally reasonable.

You HAVE to have goals...

Even frivolous short term ones.

Mrs. Odd Thomas picked me up and spewed about some family drama, then we put that away and decided to have a good time.

We arrived at Keysters to find barely anyone there!

Whatever, it was early.

There was a guy with a Superb Mullet.

I NEEDED a picture.

I wanted a Fantastic Burger, just like the last time I was there....

Waitress said they were deep cleaning everything and it'd be awhile.

When it finally arrived it was a charred piece of shit!

I found out lots of interesting things about people at work . . . hehehe

Also not to be spoken of further!

Some dude named Tracy came to our table to hit on me.

I told him not to block my view of the band.

He was all about Tracy and how he used to be a model and

Have you seen how hot my ex-gf is?!

Sure, whatever.

He even carried an old head-shot as if we wouldn't believe him!

Owner John came over for a visit.

He was tanked, as usual!

There may be a J-O-B in the works for lil ol me for the summer as the bowling alley gig ends tomorrow!

So the band starts playing and kicking ass per usual...

Tracy figures out why I'm there...

He and Mrs. Odd Thomas decide it would be Awesome to start pointing at me and all kinds of shit to draw attention...

Thanks, guys.

Between sets, Mrs. Odd Thomas actually goes up to the stage and flags down Singer to come over to the table...

I do not need this kind of help.

REPEAT: I DO NOT NEED HELP.

They wanted to drag me down to the House of Bricks to see a band call Cold Filtered, so they wanted to get my goal accomplished and set up for later...

Thanks again, guys.

So Cold Filtered -they play 'old people music'

(Just fuckin' it's not that 'old' - it's rockin 80s music)

And the singer is MOT's brother-in-law...

I've never been there - am I going to stick out like a sore thumb?

No, no, you'll be fine...

We arrive and the vast majority of people are dressing in black, with black hair, tattoos, a few bikers are there...

HI, I'm wearing COLOR.

I was totally stared at, and not for the usual reasons. (i love me)

It was dank, dark, n dirty in there.

Tracy and MOT were right at home - they were off being social butterflies...

The show was actually pretty awesome, I'm slightly more deaf from it...

I sallied up to the bar for s'more 1800 and bumped into this guy.

Hey, why you rubbin' up on me? (obviously drunk)

Then he groped me. (SEE this is what happens at the straight bar!!)

Excuse me?!

Oh, sorry...

I'm not rubbing on you, I'm just getting another drink...

Hey we should chill sometime, let me give you my number...

Ok...

He starts writing on a napkin and I kinda chuckled since he had to scribble something out and re-write it...it also reminded me of this phone-number-on-a-napkin story...

Hi, I'm Nick...::holds out hand::

We shake and he continues...

I just got out of the Army like 2 weeks ago...I did computer stuff...

(Now, Pi loves the guys in uniform and all that, but I was NOT vibin' on this one...)

So where do you usually hang out?

The gay bar...

Oh cool, I go there sometimes too. Look, I'd love to hang with you tonight, but there's this chick that kinda likes me here tonight so...

So why don't you go hit that?

Oh yeah, cool, call me next weekend?

Yeah, sure...

And he stumbles off.

Tracy and MOT had promised to get my ass back to Keysters before 2 so we took off around 1.30...

Tracy was drunk and dawdling so we grabbed the car and picked him up...

Hey is this either one of your cell phones? It was sitting on the table...

Nope.

No, I've got mine...

Hey I think this is some Cold Filtered Groupie's phone...

Then we figure out the phone belonged to the bitch from this little story....

So, like any curious monkey would, we start looking through text messages . . .

Drama ensues...

Then I relayed the story about Nick from the bar...

Guess what - it's the bitch's boyfriend!!

At this point we can't believe the coincidence...

Back at Keysters, the band was tearing down...

MOT was so upset she locked her keys in her car...

Anyway, I let her keep the napkin as 'ammunition' and the ol hubby got an earful...but it's fine now...

She's totally keeping the phone.

And telling her about the number/groping/comment...EVIL.

After that, I accomplished my goal constantly : )