So last night I actually went out and had a good time.
Hannah's having surgery for scoliosis on Wednesday and to celebrate (I guess?) she invited some of her friends to a bar in Brooklyn Park. I didn't really know anybody there except Whitney, who only stayed for a bit. Apparently Whitney wants to set me up with a friend of hers, buuuuuuut I dunno how much I like that idea. I'm all up for meeting new people, but I'm not really looking for a relationship past friendship or a little casual fun.
Unfortunately, I didn't ask what this friend looked like, but perhaps she'll be at Whitney's graduation party. blah blah blah. I really don't care that much. Nothing has even started with this girl and it already feels contrived.
Anyway, I had a few white russians, which were better than I expected, and something called a liquid viagra, and I can't remember what was in it. I got a little tipsy and we all went back to Hannah's place where we all just sat around and talked and it was good fun. I was driving home that night, soooooooooo there was no more alcohol for me. But I still enjoyed myself. Even though I told Hannah that I had WAY too much to read already, she still forced upon me a couple of her books, On Bullshit by Harry G. Frankfurt and A Prayer for the Dying by Stewart O'Nan.
That Hannah's a cool chica. She invited me to watch her poetry reading on Monday, which will be her last for a while since she'll be incapacitated for about six damn weeks. Perhaps I'll have to pay her a few visits, eh??
I also met a few cool people at the shindig, namely Jeremiah and Brian, who have dubbed me "Frootloop."
This is quite the boring entry, but it's good to put this stuff down. blah. I'm tired. and I feel like I still smell like smoke. I'm not a huge fan of smoking. I won't shun a friendship if a person is a smoker, but I don't think I could actually have a serious, intimate relationship with a female if she were a smoker. Since I'm not looking for that kind of thing right now, I guess it really shouldn't be a problem, though!
Anyway, I'm off to lunch!
Hannah's having surgery for scoliosis on Wednesday and to celebrate (I guess?) she invited some of her friends to a bar in Brooklyn Park. I didn't really know anybody there except Whitney, who only stayed for a bit. Apparently Whitney wants to set me up with a friend of hers, buuuuuuut I dunno how much I like that idea. I'm all up for meeting new people, but I'm not really looking for a relationship past friendship or a little casual fun.
Unfortunately, I didn't ask what this friend looked like, but perhaps she'll be at Whitney's graduation party. blah blah blah. I really don't care that much. Nothing has even started with this girl and it already feels contrived.
Anyway, I had a few white russians, which were better than I expected, and something called a liquid viagra, and I can't remember what was in it. I got a little tipsy and we all went back to Hannah's place where we all just sat around and talked and it was good fun. I was driving home that night, soooooooooo there was no more alcohol for me. But I still enjoyed myself. Even though I told Hannah that I had WAY too much to read already, she still forced upon me a couple of her books, On Bullshit by Harry G. Frankfurt and A Prayer for the Dying by Stewart O'Nan.
That Hannah's a cool chica. She invited me to watch her poetry reading on Monday, which will be her last for a while since she'll be incapacitated for about six damn weeks. Perhaps I'll have to pay her a few visits, eh??
I also met a few cool people at the shindig, namely Jeremiah and Brian, who have dubbed me "Frootloop."
This is quite the boring entry, but it's good to put this stuff down. blah. I'm tired. and I feel like I still smell like smoke. I'm not a huge fan of smoking. I won't shun a friendship if a person is a smoker, but I don't think I could actually have a serious, intimate relationship with a female if she were a smoker. Since I'm not looking for that kind of thing right now, I guess it really shouldn't be a problem, though!
Anyway, I'm off to lunch!
And nicknames are fun.