Vaan, The Sheriff and Money are horrible people. In their own way, each of them have gotten me hooked on The Office. Vaan is my supplier. However, I finished Season 3 last night and wanted more. It's an addiction. So around 9:00 I told The Sheriff to be outside her dorm in ten minutes. She was ready for the adventure as long as I promised to take her to get ice cream. It's 15 degrees outside with remnants of a snow and ice storm and she wants ice cream. INSANE! Anyway, I picked her up and we traveled to the first video store. More than Video only had discs three and four of season 4, thus not helping the cause. We then travelled to Family Video on Campbell lane to find they only had disc 1. Getting frustrated, we found ourselves at Hollywood video where they had all four discs, but would cost us 16.00 to rent them. I decided it wasn't worth it. The dreaded Walmart was the next stop but I decided it wasn't worth the 40.00 to me. I gave up. As much as I wanted Season 4 at that moment, I decided to wait for my supplier to get it. The Sheriff was excited our quest was up and she was to get her ice cream. On the way to Dairy Queen I decided there was one more hope, the other Family Video. I called 1-800-Free411 (which is a great tool...) and got the number and found they had it in stock! We went across town and since I signed up for a membership, we received our DVDs half price... for a grand total of $2.12 for four discs. Much better deal than the other places.
Here is where the real adventure began. when passing GADS, the cherished establishment of the adventurers, I noted that it looked like Gracie's car in the parking lot. The Sheriff noted that she thought she saw Gracie in the window. We decided to loop back around and check it out further but didn't want to go in because we just had ice-cream. When we got back in front of the building we confirmed it was Gracie and Sniffles who at the same time turned and looked right at us. At that point I gunned it. I don't really know why I didn't want them to see us but it was probably more suspicious that we drove away so fast. At least now they will know it was us!
I then took The Sheriff home and watched the first disc of Season 4.
Jazz Square
Friday, January 30, 2009
Saturday, January 24, 2009
Hearts Create Adventure
While a portion of this tale has already been related, it falls on me to fill in the male perspective and the blanks of my evening. Truly, the evening proved more adventurous for me than the afternoon.
As with Jazz Square, my morning began with a call from Gracie reminding me of the Saturday Sushi Tradition adopted about a month ago. Every Friday, Saturday and Sunday Shogun, a Japanese restaurant, has a $10 all-you-can eat sushi promotion. This serves as the only meal one may consume all day, more than justifying the slightly steep price. Gracie and I arrived first, promptly at noon when the promotion begins. Unfortunately, right on time was right too late. We had to barter with the waiter and two patrons to get the four seats we had. I felt bad for the ladies who had to stand but with the way Jazz Square and The Sheriff seemed to be dragging from the night before, I believe it kept them awake.
The feast (and it was a feast indeed) came and went as already recorded, as did the Starbucks visit (which also proved to have inadequate seating).
My personal adventure came that night at another friend's birthday party. For the sake of this story my friend will be known as Drummah. Drummah is a long time friend, but more importantly a mutual friend of my most recent ex who shall be referred to as Sniffles. When I entered the karaoke bar where the party was, Drummah informed me that she was sorry and that she didn't know Sniffles had broken up with me. She went on to say that she didn't think she knew about/was going to come to the party. I thought nothing of this and sat down (mentally preparing for some of the worst singing this side of an American Idol first week tryout). Gracie joined the party, being a friend of Drummah as well. Soon after he left I recieved a text message from Sniffles. She wanted to know how the kindly Asian man who owns and works nights at GADS knew that we were no longer together.
At this point I will address why, though Sniffles recieved a much abridged version. About a week ago, Gracie and I went to GADS late as we are oft prone to do. The same kindly Asian man, who recognized me and had frequently waited on Sniffles and I when we were together, asked where Sniffles was. I replied that she was at home because school was not back in session yet and she lived out of town. He asked when she would be back and I replied I did not know, we were no longer together. He asked when this happened and I replied a couple weeks ago. This kindly Asian man then proceeded to give me an inpromtu pep talk and the promise that when she came in next he would talk to her about it. I told him not to worry about it, that we were on good terms, that she is a very nice girl and that things just didn't work out.
Apparently the kindly Asian man followed through on his word tonight. It was at this point I made a comment about how I knew Sniffles was probably angry, being a private person, and that I wondered if she would come to the party. Drummah then dropped a bombshell. Not only had Sniffles been present when I walked up to the table at the bar, she had been sitting at the bar directly behind me. Now it should be noted that I was wearing my glasses which afford me poor peripheral vision and I had honestly not looked once in the direction of where she was sitting. But I was still overcome by anger, as she had obviously ignored me, left the party without saying goodbye to anyone, and gone to GADS afterward. As I write this, I am chalking the folly up to my own obliviousness and her misunderstanding my reaction to her being there.
I will spare this blog of an intense period of introspection. I confronted the anger and defeated it thoroughly though, admittedly, not completely. Anger is nigh impossible to avoid in the face of any rejection. The best that can be done is to remember the feelings that kept the relationship together and continue to wish the best for the person. As I will do.
--Vaan
As with Jazz Square, my morning began with a call from Gracie reminding me of the Saturday Sushi Tradition adopted about a month ago. Every Friday, Saturday and Sunday Shogun, a Japanese restaurant, has a $10 all-you-can eat sushi promotion. This serves as the only meal one may consume all day, more than justifying the slightly steep price. Gracie and I arrived first, promptly at noon when the promotion begins. Unfortunately, right on time was right too late. We had to barter with the waiter and two patrons to get the four seats we had. I felt bad for the ladies who had to stand but with the way Jazz Square and The Sheriff seemed to be dragging from the night before, I believe it kept them awake.
The feast (and it was a feast indeed) came and went as already recorded, as did the Starbucks visit (which also proved to have inadequate seating).
My personal adventure came that night at another friend's birthday party. For the sake of this story my friend will be known as Drummah. Drummah is a long time friend, but more importantly a mutual friend of my most recent ex who shall be referred to as Sniffles. When I entered the karaoke bar where the party was, Drummah informed me that she was sorry and that she didn't know Sniffles had broken up with me. She went on to say that she didn't think she knew about/was going to come to the party. I thought nothing of this and sat down (mentally preparing for some of the worst singing this side of an American Idol first week tryout). Gracie joined the party, being a friend of Drummah as well. Soon after he left I recieved a text message from Sniffles. She wanted to know how the kindly Asian man who owns and works nights at GADS knew that we were no longer together.
At this point I will address why, though Sniffles recieved a much abridged version. About a week ago, Gracie and I went to GADS late as we are oft prone to do. The same kindly Asian man, who recognized me and had frequently waited on Sniffles and I when we were together, asked where Sniffles was. I replied that she was at home because school was not back in session yet and she lived out of town. He asked when she would be back and I replied I did not know, we were no longer together. He asked when this happened and I replied a couple weeks ago. This kindly Asian man then proceeded to give me an inpromtu pep talk and the promise that when she came in next he would talk to her about it. I told him not to worry about it, that we were on good terms, that she is a very nice girl and that things just didn't work out.
Apparently the kindly Asian man followed through on his word tonight. It was at this point I made a comment about how I knew Sniffles was probably angry, being a private person, and that I wondered if she would come to the party. Drummah then dropped a bombshell. Not only had Sniffles been present when I walked up to the table at the bar, she had been sitting at the bar directly behind me. Now it should be noted that I was wearing my glasses which afford me poor peripheral vision and I had honestly not looked once in the direction of where she was sitting. But I was still overcome by anger, as she had obviously ignored me, left the party without saying goodbye to anyone, and gone to GADS afterward. As I write this, I am chalking the folly up to my own obliviousness and her misunderstanding my reaction to her being there.
I will spare this blog of an intense period of introspection. I confronted the anger and defeated it thoroughly though, admittedly, not completely. Anger is nigh impossible to avoid in the face of any rejection. The best that can be done is to remember the feelings that kept the relationship together and continue to wish the best for the person. As I will do.
--Vaan
Who really like Sushi?
At the early hour of 10:30am, I was abruptly awoken by a phone call from Gracie reminding me that I had promised to join the weekly Sushi outing at Shogun. After a short nap, I got ready for the day and stared out my storm door waiting for The Sheriff to arrive to pick me up. However, it was not The Sheriff traveling to my doorstep. Vaan decided that we needed a fifth adventurer for the day, who for all intents and purposes in the blog be known as ...AMY. AMY and The Sheriff arrived ten minutes late and we made our way to the wonderful world of Shogun. (side note--- AMY has a petrified insect in her backseat in which I found creepily amusing) After arriving we found that The Sheriff would have to stand due to lack of seating. I took a seat and made friends with a small child who kept calling me by name. He was quite delightful. Anyway, it turns out that the idea of eating raw fish--or fish in general--repulses me, so I refrained from ordering. The others ordered a hearty meal of grossness and I sat and pondered the meaning of life and listened to their amusing conversation. When The Sheriff's meal came I gave her my seat and took my place standing. The small child and I continued making silly faces at each other while my compadres ate. Later, I took AMY's seat while she and Gracie played air hockey on my phone. Shortly following, we decided to move this shindig to the energy supplier of the universe, aka Starbucks. After spilling a large portion of my drink on my pants, I looked like a fool and tried to hide this by being overly fidgity. After an hour of chatting and generally making fun of Vaan (as always) we parted ways for the afternoon.
Jazz Square
Jazz Square
The night was young and so were we. We were at a friend's apartment when we realized Jazz Square had never before been a part of the greatness that is Apples to Apples. So we dipped into our cooler of vodka-saturated fruit and began a game. Before long we received a phone call from Vaan looking for mischief on a slow night in Bowling Green, Ky. Shortly Vaan and a new friend (who would later come to be known as Free Willy) arrived on our doorstep. After the never-ending game we declared our drunken queen.
We decided to take our first road trip together because the males in our group were not happy with the refreshments provided. After the long journey to the far-away destination of KROGER all the way out on a road known to some as Campbell Lane (a total of 0.0003 miles away, round trip), we found that my medication was not interacting well with the fruity concoction I had consumed, but I am a trooper. I was not going to let a minor detail hinder the adventures of the night. On the long road home, I was captivated by the story Vaan had to tell about his past quest to the wonderful land of Los Angeles for a Power Rangers Convention. It was a bonding experience.
Back at the apartment, we began a game called Circle of Death. Played with not one, but two entire decks of cards, this proved to be another never-ending game which was interupted by a friendly knock on the door. Waterfall (so named for his tortorous drinking tactics) opened the door to find Kevin!!! For those who don't know, RoboCop Kevin was at our door because some lamo filed a noise complaint against our apartment. But due to the feminine whiles of our lovely hostess, Kevin soon went on his way. However, Waterfall took this way too personally, because all of the burden would fall upon him if Kevin were to return. His assumptions were false, and unfortunately we all would have to share the blame. (Near miss for jail time for Jazz Square, The Sheriff, and Vaan, let's hope the good luck continues)
Kevin was such a downer, the crowd began to wane. Dutifully, Jazz Square, Free Willy, and I soldiered on with the game. And speaking of soldiers, this was the time when Free Willy revealed his big plans for the next day. He informed us that he would be traveling to Sacramento (yes there is a Sacramento in Ky) to get shot at. That is, he was going to be a part of your typical friendly neighborhood Civil War reenactment. (Go Great South, You Will Rise Again!) I decided that we need to show our support for Free Willy by attending a reenactment for one of our future adventures.
So, the game ended, we bid our hostess adeiu, and we all went our separate ways waiting for the day when our next adventure could begin.
~The Sheriff
We decided to take our first road trip together because the males in our group were not happy with the refreshments provided. After the long journey to the far-away destination of KROGER all the way out on a road known to some as Campbell Lane (a total of 0.0003 miles away, round trip), we found that my medication was not interacting well with the fruity concoction I had consumed, but I am a trooper. I was not going to let a minor detail hinder the adventures of the night. On the long road home, I was captivated by the story Vaan had to tell about his past quest to the wonderful land of Los Angeles for a Power Rangers Convention. It was a bonding experience.
Back at the apartment, we began a game called Circle of Death. Played with not one, but two entire decks of cards, this proved to be another never-ending game which was interupted by a friendly knock on the door. Waterfall (so named for his tortorous drinking tactics) opened the door to find Kevin!!! For those who don't know, RoboCop Kevin was at our door because some lamo filed a noise complaint against our apartment. But due to the feminine whiles of our lovely hostess, Kevin soon went on his way. However, Waterfall took this way too personally, because all of the burden would fall upon him if Kevin were to return. His assumptions were false, and unfortunately we all would have to share the blame. (Near miss for jail time for Jazz Square, The Sheriff, and Vaan, let's hope the good luck continues)
Kevin was such a downer, the crowd began to wane. Dutifully, Jazz Square, Free Willy, and I soldiered on with the game. And speaking of soldiers, this was the time when Free Willy revealed his big plans for the next day. He informed us that he would be traveling to Sacramento (yes there is a Sacramento in Ky) to get shot at. That is, he was going to be a part of your typical friendly neighborhood Civil War reenactment. (Go Great South, You Will Rise Again!) I decided that we need to show our support for Free Willy by attending a reenactment for one of our future adventures.
So, the game ended, we bid our hostess adeiu, and we all went our separate ways waiting for the day when our next adventure could begin.
~The Sheriff
Thursday, January 22, 2009
How it all began.
Tonight was the beginning of an era. A late night trip to the Great American Donut Shop, or GADS, was the birth of the greatest adventure group ever to exist. Vaan, The Sheriff and I will spend my final semester of college embarking on new possibilities and as much mayhem as possible. We were joined by our accomplices--Money, Zefron and Gracie-- and hope to see them involved as much as possible. Be prepared to be dazzled by our ingenious imaginations and exquisite escapades.
Jazz Square.
Jazz Square.
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