Last night, I did a quick database run at the mall before going to PWG. Faith was working at Brookstone. Her hair's back to its unkempt look, but oh well. I imagine her as in her better days anyway whenever I need to. And I managed to sneak past my stalker at Hot Topic.
At PWG, Brandon arrived with Dan, who had been a couple of days away from having his hand literally amputated when he got to the doctor just in time, thus sporting a black hand brace. New friends they brought with them were Kristen, Travis, and Kim. Surprisingly, they were near the front of the line.
DAN: [Kim] likes your [Taylor Swift] shirt.
KRISTEN: So do I. I'm into Taylor Swift.
RYAN: So am I!
I had to help Chad finish his extra beer before we were let in. Cliff, from college days, called out to me as this was his second time attending.
CLIFF: Yo Ryan! Told you I'd be here!
RYAN: (Systematically, like a cyborg) I gotta down this beer real quick.
[They laugh.]
In total: Chad got a couple of pitchers on tap of Bud Light, Brandon a pitcher of Stella Artois, and I two pitchers of Sam Adams Oktoberfest.
Apparently, there were too many other events going on as the usual people weren't present. Neither was the chick who normally wears a flower on her ear, nor the chick that Chad and I both share in common in the database. Some chick in a wheelchair, a long time regular actually, complimented my Taylor Swift shirt and then called her boyfriend to take a look at it.
WHEELCHAIR CHICK'S BOYFRIEND: You have balls wearing that shirt.
Big ones, man. Big balls. Finally, this chick whom I've interacted with before, whose hair dye fluctuates from blond to brown and who's consistently more animated than anyone, was looking at me. I spotted her lip-synching to Metallica's Enter Sandman earlier. She vaguely resembles a 20-something-year-old Jane Lynch, but prettier since she's 20-something-years old.
RYAN: What's your name?
SHANNON: Shannon. That's a really cool shirt!
I can now scream out Shannon's name when I'm alone.
Oh yeah, the most important thing: (Duh!) The debut of former WWE Superstar Dave "Fit" Finlay was awesome. In fact, it was nice seeing Topgun Talwar - or Jonathan as I'm cool enough to call him by his real name - return, presumably for Finlay's appearance.
I had a dream last night that my late dogs came to visit. They were healthy and in their prime, not like in their old age in real life. They also wiped their mouths with paper towels when done eating. We played until I woke up. End of dream.
"Of course it is happening inside your head, Harry, but why on earth should that mean that it is not real?" - Albus Dumbledore, "King's Cross," Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows
I was too hungover to go to Gymnastics. I found leftovers of the steak quesadilla with everything on it from the Taco Truck last night. Then I realized that I passed out before I could bust a #3 to that Canadian chick Ashley from Top Rocking class yesterday. (See entry 8/21/11.) Now I'll have to wait until the next time I'm home alone. I felt like Captain America when the last thing he does in the 1940s is make a date right before he gets knocked comatose for seventy years and closes the movie with the heart-wrenching line, "It's just ... I had a date."
I'm not sure whether or not I was able to sneak past my stalker at Hot Topic since I avoided eye contact as I walked by. Then I was rocking out to Katy Perry's Last Friday Night (T.G.I.F.) in the Church parking lot ... until mommy arrived and caught me (despite it meaning she was late as well) and I finally walked inside.
Mommy and I had dinner at Outback Steakhouse. Her favorite waitress Lindsay was working. Lindsay is renewed in the database. I ended the night with reading more American Gods at Barnes & Noble.
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