I was adventurous this weekend and went out not just once, but TWO nights in a row. Usually I am happier to be at home snuggled in and not dealing with people that I randomly meet and are instantly annoyed by on the street. However, I had a date on Friday and my dad came to town on Saturday for some skee-ball, pop-a-shot, diner good times.
The family excursion on Saturday night ended up at a comedy club where I was excited to be hearing some live stand-up which I anticipated to be pretty good (and wasn't disappointed). However, the most lasting impression of the night wasn't a good joke or standing between my dad and He Who Must Not Be Named for the first time, but rather a sound.
Not just any sound, but the sound of a bowling ball being dropped onto concrete. In reality, it was actually the head of a drunk, homeless man who was laying on the concrete and when a cop tried to reach in his back pocket, the head came crashing down. It was probably the worst sound I've heard and felt in a long time.
On a different and more infuriating note, He Who Must Not Be Named beat my father and I by a good 200,000 points in skee ball. I'd be more upset except that at least I got a cool Grover doll out of it.
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I recommend picking a new name for him. Otherwise I'm going to always be thinking that your boyfriend is an evil undead wizard with a penchant for murder and large snakes.
Yes, the man will let me write about him,at least in relation to things that happen that he is a witness to. And I like that he's a little creepy with the snakes.
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