So I met up today with Dave and his I guess “date” Kenzie. Kenzie is sort of a Juliette Lewis over-the-top punkrockgirl… Dave and her were already a little drunk when I was taken from the X-Files by the knock on the back door… Since I don't really drink any more I lived vicariously by pouring beer after beer into them.
We decided to shoot up to the world's crappiest bowling alley and bowl for an hour before they closed. Saira was supposed to come along but she wasn't answering her phone, dammit, so she missed out on a good time. I continued buying the two of them drinks. Dave's game seemed to get better and better — by the end of the drunken second game he'd bowled a 180 or so, whereas Kenzie was hovering at around 30. Of course, she'd just jumped over a chair and been whacked by a ceiling fan (I'm not kidding).
Anyway, I just got back, and now I think they're absolutely drunk, totally horny, and stumbling back to Dave's house. I'm half kidding, but everyone had a good time.
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