(if you get this reference please chat me or e-mail me! just curious)I don't know what to do in terms of an intro here...I mean, the entry will speak for itself. So let's just get started, shall we?
1) I went out in Williamsburg! Yep. That's right. On many occasions I've said things like 'Brooklyn? Really? It's so far. I might as well take the train home to Connecticut if I'm going to eat/drink/hang out in Brooklyn. In fact, I could even go to Jersey or 'upstate' New York in the time it would take me to get to Brooklyn! Brooklyh Shmooklyn!' and yet, on Thursday night I found myself chillin' in the 'Burg with Caitlin and Kelsiah (*~*) and Roman. The following things took place:
a) 'The skies opened up' on us as we were walking to Buffalo Exchange. Curse you vintage clothes/adorable second-hand accessories! I was wearing a pair of red shoes I bought last fall but have worn twice...and they got SOAKED on the trip. They're by the doorway to my apartment and they're STILL wet. STILL. WET. !!!
b) We went to get pizza because Roman was hungry and the overly tan, gold chain wearing, 'forgeddaboudit' saying, wasted pizza place owner:
(add 25 years to this guy and you'll kind of understand what we were dealing with. Also, this pic is worth double-clicking on so you can read the small print.)-wouldn't answer a phone that was ringing off the hook
-immediately hit on Kelsy, asking her 'where she was goin' after?' and 'can I come witchuz?'
-lit up a cigarette
-drank a heineken
-offered us a joint and when we said 'no thanks' smoked one himself
-fanned a wad of bills in our faces after telling someone who came into the shop that he 'didn't have change for a ten'
-produced a bag of cocaine, which he also offered us (*gold star sticker* for being polite), and eventually ended up snorting off a paper plate with a plastic straw (*gold star sticker* for class)
-asked us each for a number which Caitlin think he used to bet on something
all during the 10 minutes that we were there! I said 'Guys, I think that was the most illegal situation I've ever been in'. I stand by that statement.
c) Went to Barcade. OMG, I love this place! Before you say anything that sounds like 'omg I go there all the time' or 'my friend goes there!', I'm not trying to say that I 'discovered' it or even imply that you haven't heard of it. I know I'm not hip. I know I'm a 'follower'. Whatever. I mean, or am I a follower? What are you doing later? I don't have any plans...I mean, I don't know. What do you want to do? I would do whatever you want to do.
anyway, at Barcade we saw a guy who looked like this:
with a dog like this:
He let the dog run loose around the bar. I almost stepped on it / thought it was a rat. If he wasn't/isn't currently using that dog to score some poontang, then my name isn't Beckity Snickets! BROOKLYN! STOP BEING STUPID!
