We really have to stop meeting like this…
Jul. 13th, 2002 11:35 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
janestarzNaw, really. I just woke up. Had to work at seven last night, after that I went to the So What with Kristel, wearing my oldest Bon Jovi tee. Well, I had to work, so I didn’t really care! Got a lot of comments from it.
There we played some pool. We both played terribly. I got all my shots, including the black ball (they should remove that one!) in the wrong pockets and Kris just missed everything she played. Got my ass whooped 3-1 because of that darned black ball. In the last game we ended up with four balls left and Bart suddenly asks “Hey, where’s the black ball?”. Well, that had been the second one flying into the pocket…
I saw a guy from school at the So What: Jonathan. Maarten Hagg had told me he was coming there and told me a bit about him, red curls, christian, blah. I saw he was looking at our game of pool and I spoke to him briefly. He was pretty darn drunk but still had his wits together (unlike Poodle who was sleeping in his chair and had had silly hats and cigarettes stuck everywhere and practically had to be dragged away at closing).
When we went home, Kristel hitched a ride with Emile (who was pretty drunk too) and went to sleep at Bart’s *shhhhhhh*, while Jonathan walked me home. I had had 2 beers: 1 at work and 2 in the So What. (Workbeers don’t count!). Jonathan told me about his guitar and when I mentioned I have 2 guitars he suggested a duet. Anytime! (literally!). So we went inside and we played guitar giggling like little schoolgirls until he left around 5 in the morning. I learnt the riff from ‘Dust in the Wind’ and was amazed by the sounds he kept getting from my guitar. “It has a nice vibrato”. Sure. Whatever you say dude. He’s a wonderful solist but he was jealous of my chordskills. Go figure.
I think I keep getting these zits from sleeping too little. Or from beer. I’m miss Zitface today. Is beer good for pimples?
Bon Jovi – It’s hard (letting you go)
Sore
There we played some pool. We both played terribly. I got all my shots, including the black ball (they should remove that one!) in the wrong pockets and Kris just missed everything she played. Got my ass whooped 3-1 because of that darned black ball. In the last game we ended up with four balls left and Bart suddenly asks “Hey, where’s the black ball?”. Well, that had been the second one flying into the pocket…
I saw a guy from school at the So What: Jonathan. Maarten Hagg had told me he was coming there and told me a bit about him, red curls, christian, blah. I saw he was looking at our game of pool and I spoke to him briefly. He was pretty darn drunk but still had his wits together (unlike Poodle who was sleeping in his chair and had had silly hats and cigarettes stuck everywhere and practically had to be dragged away at closing).
When we went home, Kristel hitched a ride with Emile (who was pretty drunk too) and went to sleep at Bart’s *shhhhhhh*, while Jonathan walked me home. I had had 2 beers: 1 at work and 2 in the So What. (Workbeers don’t count!). Jonathan told me about his guitar and when I mentioned I have 2 guitars he suggested a duet. Anytime! (literally!). So we went inside and we played guitar giggling like little schoolgirls until he left around 5 in the morning. I learnt the riff from ‘Dust in the Wind’ and was amazed by the sounds he kept getting from my guitar. “It has a nice vibrato”. Sure. Whatever you say dude. He’s a wonderful solist but he was jealous of my chordskills. Go figure.
I think I keep getting these zits from sleeping too little. Or from beer. I’m miss Zitface today. Is beer good for pimples?
Bon Jovi – It’s hard (letting you go)
Sore
