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2004-08-21 - 12:10 p.m.
the whole neighborhood knows that I'm home drunk again
The Nine Greatest Songs of All Time (Right Now)
1. Pat Benatar
"Heartbreaker"2. 213
"Another Summer" 3. the "Thank You For Coming To Loews" jingle 4. Terri Clark
"Girls Lie Too" 5. 8Ball & MJG f/ T.I. and Twista
"Look At The Grillz" 6. Sonic Youth
"New Hampshire" 7. AC/DC
"Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap" 8. Eddie Money
"Shakin’" 9. Jeff Buckley
"Last Goodbye" |
Last week, I helped J.G. move into her new dorm room for her fall semester, which, as usual, starts much earlier than mine. But this year she’s actually an R.A., so she moved in even earlier than usual. And one of the perks of being an R.A. is that she gets a room to herself this year, with no roommate. While her roommates last year and the year before were cool, it will be kind of nice for her to have her own space, and will of course mean that we’ll have a little more privacy when I go up to visit her, which is nice. I came over to her house after I got off work at noon, and she was just finishing up packing up her car. There were just a couple things that couldn’t fit, but we were taking seperate cars, so I just threw them in my backseat. Her mom was going to go up a couple days later with the big stuff, her mini-fridge and stuff, so we didn’t need to worry about getting everything anyway. Since I knew it would be a lost cause for us to try to follow each other or keep our cars in each other’s sight the whole drive up, we didn’t worry about that much, and I lost sight of her car in the traffic after about an hour. It rained a little but otherwise it was a fairly smooth trip. I stopped at one point at a Dairy Queen, since I’d been up since 8am and hadn’t eaten anything. So by the time I’d arrived at Cedar Crest, J.G. had already been there a good while. I wandered around campus for a few minutes before finding her car, and waiting by it until she turned up. She was a little stressed out because there was some issue with the balance on her school account not being paid fully and them not letting her into the dorm, but she got her mom on the phone and she assured them that the check was in the mail and it was thankfully solved quickly. It wasn’t raining anymore, but it was humid as all hell, which is not a fun environment to be moving in. But we got everything from the cars into her room within an hour or so. Her friend Lindsey is also an R.A. in the same building, and we gave her and her dad a hand moving stuff in after we were done our stuff. J.G. had a meeting to go to a couple hours after we got there, so I couldn’t stay long, and she felt bad about me coming all the way up and then going home, and I do wish I could’ve hung out for longer, but she needed help moving and I was happy to oblige. It’s fun sometimes to just be the good boyfriend and help out. That weekend I worked a couple night shifts at the sub shop, one of which was pretty much the most fun I’ve ever had on the job. The usual night manager, Mike, took the weekend off to go to a convention for this old TV show he used to watch, Dark Shadows, and while he’s not a bad boss to work under, he’s a really weird, nervous guy, and his tics and talkativeness can be oppressive to be around for long periods of time. So we were all kind of happy to have a break from that routine at work. I worked the closing shift on Saturday night til 1am, and on those night shifts, basically at the peak dinner hours, there’s 5 or 6 people working, and then people’s shifts end every hour or so until there’s 2 people left to close the last couple hours. After a couple people left and business slowed down, there were about 4 of us left, and the 3 girls I was working with let me in on the secret that the cups they’d been drinking out of all night had margaritas in them. They showed me where the bottle was in the walk-in refrigerator in the back, and invited me to help myself. I was kind of flattered that they waited until a couple of the other guys left to tell me, and thought I was more trustworthy than them. The last 4 or 5 hours of the shift were so exceptionally slow that there were whole hours where we’d have only one or two customers. So we proceeded to get more and more drunk, and play games of quarters and other drinking games while on the job. It was pretty ridiculous. We talked shit about other people we worked with and did hilariously unflattering impressions of Mike. It was great. By the last hour or so, I was so tipsy that I started getting clumsy and dropped a customer’s slice of pizza, and knocked over a plate of onions with a mop handle, stupid stuff like that. But I have no idea if the few customers we had had any idea that we were all drunk. It was hilarious. I wish we could do that every night. It’s really not a hard job, you don’t really need to be sober to do it. At 1am 3 of us closed up the shop and headed over to the bar next door to have a few before last call about a half hour later. By that point I was more sloshed than I’d been in a while. It’s a good thing I only had a 5 minute drive home that I know like the back of my hand. All in all it was a pretty fun night. I wish Mike took vacations more often. -al
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