Whew so Thursday night: beer & more beer at Casey Moore's, also an Irish car bomb and a Jaeger bomb. Unsuccessful attempts to woo a sarcastic girl with a less cute friend. I decide later that these two are like level 5 in the game, and I a mere level 1 or 2, so I should have steered clear. But you know what they say about hindsight. And about the sight of hinds. Oops that was offcolor. Anyway. They also had an annoying gay friend who kept producing weird items from his backpack. A stethoscope, KY Jelly, a pair of Durashears which he uses to cut a penny in half...scary.
Then it was off to chill at the Oasis Cafe. Here we meet a cool Hispanic dude named Pedro who starts bongo drumming to the music on a glass tabletop. He's wearing lots of rings and they go clackety-clack-clack-clack, and Nick and I are clapping, sometimes on and sometimes off the beat, digging it. Pedro comes over and so do his two friends--tough Hispanic lesbian girls named Laura and Africa--and they share our hookah for a while. They invite us to a party afterwards out of a sense of reciprocity. Very friendly people. We take them up on their offer and it ends up a Hispanic scene, but this not too bad, mostly just talking & singing folk songs in Spanish. By this time it is 3:30 am anyway and so we throw in the towel.
Posted by Alan at August 2, 2003 01:07 PM