So, Dusty was on her way to visit me. I estimated her arrival to be between one pm to three pm, depending on when she actually left. When it was almost four p.m., I was starting to get worried. So, I go to look for my address book with both of her numbers in it.
My address book is not to be found. Because, I left it in PA, along with the ready to pay/check enclosed phone bill. Which I opted to pay yesterday on line. Unfortunately. My phone is 'temporarily disconnected'. Procrastination strikes again. I'd like to partly blame this on the hubabaloo surrounding the holidays where my main concern was wether or not my wee car was going to be able to handle two round trips of 8-10 hours.
But mostly, it was procrastination.
So, basically, Dusty could not get a hold of me, and I was worried. After a little on line tinkering, I was able to get my sister in law to give me Dusty's info, and I called her.
She had a late start. Well, at least she wasn't on her way back to Columbus, which had been my worst fear.
Then, we just met at chipotle, and had our lovely huge burritos.
Now, I order a vegetarian burrito, it comes with:
Tortilla, Black beans, rice, onions and green peppers, mild tomato salsa, lettuce, guacamole.
Now, if I wanted, they would put sour cream and cheese on it. Since I'm avoiding dairy at the moment, I pass on it. So when they put this pathetic amount of guacamole on my burrito, i was pretty miffed, even though I said 'lots of guacamole'. And when I asked for a side of guacamole, they only filled the little cup half full, usually it was all the way full. So, I said something to the cashier about it, and he says, "That's how much we've supposed to be giving all along." And I say, "Well, I've been going to several chipotles for a couple years now, and they've never put that amount on, and they've always filled the side full." He was like "Can I get you anything else?"
I'm like.....
.....
So, I think I'm going to have to learn how to make a decent burrito at home because this was just ridiculous. I work at a fast food place, I don't complain, unless there's a legitimate reason. The fact that they are skimping, is a legitimate reason. I mean, I drive forty five minutes for this burrito already. I am very personable, always friendly, I say thank you, yes mam no mam, etc.
The indifference I got was so bleah.
Fuck you guacamole heaven, I'll make the shit on my own.
....
After Dusty and I get back to my place, we do a bit of "What do you want to do?" "I don't know what do you want to do." Our plans had been to see a matinee, grab martinis, and go dancing.
It was a bit late for a three hour matinee, so it was either dancing or movie.
We decided on dancing.
We went to Jillians, where John's boss had taken all of us before, but arrived a bit too early, and Dusty whipped my ass five times in air hockey.
The shame i tell you. the shame.
Finally, it was time to go up three floors for dancing. We pay the five dollar cover charge, get our hands stamped, and get four tickets. To which I was like "???"
So, we find out that the tickets are good for four drinks. There are a list of drinks and they were pretty good, rock on.
I opted for soda for my last three as one is my limit.
The bartenders were both like post cards of perfect looking people. The female bartender was absolutely gorgeous, and the male bartender was 'omfg' gorgeous. He wore his shirt open all the way and a hawiian leigh (sp) and he had a perfect stomach.
*slobber*
I haven't seen a six pack like that ... ever.
Not to mention he was blue eyed and tall and shave headed. Every time he'd give you a wink when he served you a drink...
and i'm like, "I know you're giving me winks so your tips will be great, but I'll take any winks I get"
Not aloud. but damn.
*fans self*
Ok, so we were some of the very first people there. We got some water and used napkins to make ear plugs with. I didn't want my ears *ringing* this time.
The dj went between sucking to brilliant. He's supposed to play music from the 70's 80's and 90's. This keeps this dance floor mostly an older crowd, and less of a meat market. I love the place. I want to go every week. build up my stamina :P
They played Michael jackson four times. Now, I don't mind, but when it's got Billy Jean mixed in there all four times, you get sick of it. But it was fun dancing to disco, line dancing (which i'm shit at, but i try anyways), the stuff I grew up with, etc. They played I love Rock and Roll and I was in seventh heaven.
For the first part of the evening, it was wonderful. Not very crowded. Which is exactly what I like because I like to dance all over the floor. I'm quite energetic when dancing. But towards the end, there were some people there who were obviously looking to score and completely creeping Dusty and I out, we'd move to another section, and they'd follow.
*shudder*
But, I got danced with (as in they initiated) a very hot couple. First the guy, then the girl. And then later again. Score.
Score
Score
Score
After that happened, I went up to Dusty and was like "Did you see that????!!"
Yes, it doesn't take much to make my night, but they totally did. I had a few other dances, but they were mostly the ones that you try to dance away from.
There is a phenomenon where some people dance with drinks. If you dance with a drink in your hand, I can guarantee you can't keep up with me. Carrying a bottle drink in your hand eliminates some of your movement. Carrying a glass.... there ought to be a law i tell you.
So, Dusty and I were getting pooped. Well, it was one a.m. Four hours of dancing, almost straight would tire almost anyone. And feeling the need to look out for creepy people, sorta busts the mood.
So, we leave. Taking the elevator because our rubber band legs would not do well on the stairs.
I can't wait to go dancing again!
I'm addicted.
No parking baby. No parking on the dance floor.
Posted by hawkie at January 4, 2004 10:14 AM