Jesus, seeing my last blog was on WEDNESDAY. What the fuck.

Nothing to report from then until Friday. Stayed in Friday, big whoop. Oh, I got my RIEPS Graduation Portfolio done, huzzah! I can get that fucking thing off my back. Even if it gets handed back for "revisions" it's done, effectively.

Saturday was Bonnie's Party.

Original plan was going to the URI Pool, but Bonnie had forgotten to check the times and realized they closed at like 4 PM. Oops. A quick call to everyone and she's set up everyone to go to Lazergate at 8:30.

I get to the house around 6:40, clearing out my car beforehand because I said I would volunteer driving people. The thing about Bonnie's house is that it's... pretty tacky. Like, REALLY tacky. It has this whole Nautical theme, and it's filled with useless crap EVERYWHERE. It really reminds me of the old house at Emma G Lane, because it's just so fucking small, I wonder how she can live in it sometimes. But we cram in there, some how.

Walking towards her house I see a bumper sticker on a silver SUV that says "Big Bang Theory: God said 'BANG' and the universe was created!". Her parents are very religious, which is fine, but it's borderline the creepy religious parent kind. Still... nice people though. We eventually all roll out, not before her mom worrying over the directions (figures. It seems my parents are the only people that don't get worried that their kid is ALL THE WAY IN PROVIDENCE OR FURTHER! Well, they might be worried, but not for the same reasons as the other parents I know). I'm in the car with Kevin Northup, Bobby Mulligan, Bill Wilson and Joe Brennan.

In retrospect, I'm REALLY surprised we didn't get pulled over.

So, we're on the highway, driving along. The directions say to get off at exit 7. So we do. What we neglect to remember is that once you cross state lines, the exit numbers start again. Oh boy.

We end up in Barrington. You know, now I see why all those kids have nothing to do but drink. It helps.

Drive down Barrington for a good 10 minutes before we realize "OH SHIT" and turn back around. Get back on the highway towards where we wanna go. We're here! Fall River! There's the exit going RIGHT PAST OUR CAR.

Kevin failed to get into the exit lane in time.

No problem, we'll just take the next one and just go as straight as possible south.

Oh sweet dear God, no.

One half-hour and "Fuck me we just went around in a motherfucking circle" later, we get back on the highway, at Lasergate. At 9:30.

Welp, there goes our slot.

But we manage to get the 10:20 slot, and go to McDonalds for dinner (I did not eat as I was not hungry).

We play one game of lasertag, one game. And I came in last place. I was expecting 2 more for me to find my groove. Shit.

The ride home is much more fun than the ride up. We end up listening to WRIU, making fun of the DJ who sounds like he's pressing the "cough" button in order to do bong hits, and sing along to The Beatles and Simple Minds. Very very good ride home, and we were considering pooling our money and buying Bonnie a vibrator for a gift. Although, personally, even as a gag, I'd rather she'd just get some use of it than have it collect dust. Gotta keep that hysteria away!* (name the allusion for a gold star!)

Back at her house, where one of the funniest moments I've ever witness in my life occurred, no hyperbole.

We're sitting around her living room, talking, telling stories, when Bill brings up the time he and Bonnie tricked me into thinking they had sex on their trampoline. I was like 14, liked her (still do. I don't care, she doesn't read this blog, I don't really think anyone does except for one person. New idea, if you read this blog, leave a comment!) And basically I really didn't think they would lie to me. It was a dick move then and still is kinda a dick move now, but, this is neither here nor there, it is important for the backstory.

So I'm sitting there, sulking and smiling, picturing myself punching Bill's lights out, because he deserves it, just a little. Now, Bonnie's dad comes in, hanging by the doorway (with no door) just to see how it's going, I think.

Keep in mind Bill is sitting with his back towards the doorway, and his hood is up, so he has no peripheral vision at all.

He's near the end of the story, and we're all trying to shut him up, giving him cues such as "Aw good story man!" and "Man that's so funny". Bill proceeds to throw all these cues out the window and end his story with the quote "And then Bonnie and I made sweet love".

Two feet from the father in the doorway.

I have never seen a bigger, more terrified expression of Bill.

Karma is a bitch, but only to the people that deserve it.


Home, listening to "The Flaming Lips" because I've made it some weird tradition that if I go to southern MA, I have to listen to that record. I don't know why. Although I don't know why I thought "Sleeping On The Roof" was a bad song, ever. Staying up until 4, listening to music. Good times.

Today:
Up at 10, internet, dog walk to "Oranges and Lemons"

Just general relaxing for the weekend.

Got an email from Wayne, we're semi confirmed for next sunday to try and see if we can work something out between us. I hope it goes well. I'd really like to work with him (Although I'd really like to work with Meccalily, but something tells me Wayne and Martin had something of a fall out a few years ago). Oh well, I think we're going to run through some songs of his that I know and see where it goes.

Retuned my drum kit today. I think it sounds much better as a whole now. Hope to play it on my dad's little cover version of "Wall of Death" along with bass, just to try it out.

Blogging, Flaming Lips and XTC before bed.