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snow day, or something about drunks
Jan. 7th, 2004 02:49 pmGave the finger to work yesterday. It snows like this once every six to eight years, so I was gonna enjoy it. The weather seemed to create a party atmosphere in the streets. There were about 100 people at the corner of Bellevue and Denny sledding down the hill, and a resident of a nearby apartment building put big speakers in his windows and blasted Bob Marley into the air above the crowd.
Elizabeth and I ended up going and seeing Lord of the Rings III at the Cinerama. I liked it, but was distracted by the schizophrenic drunk behind us who kept muttering to himself, hocking loogeys, and kicking the back of my seat. The manager came in and told him to cool it a bunch of times, but it wasn't until the last 15 minutes or so of the film that he actually told him to leave. I think the manager was scared of the guy. I suppose that if I was only getting paid $7.50 an hour, I wouldn't try too hard either.
After the movie we walked up to Bill's for dinner. There was a table of four - two men, two women - sitting next to us. I'm fairly certain they had been there drinking all afternoon. The one they called Molly at one point began channeling Jennifer Beals, and was Flashdance-ing in her chair, on the table, and on her friends. Then she moved into a little bumpin' & grinding with one of the fellows, and then pulling up her shirt and showing the restaurant her tits. Put those guns (pea shooters, actually) away! They left to go to another bar, apparently.
The weather today suxxxs. And no drunks either. But yesterday...yesterday was magic.
Elizabeth and I ended up going and seeing Lord of the Rings III at the Cinerama. I liked it, but was distracted by the schizophrenic drunk behind us who kept muttering to himself, hocking loogeys, and kicking the back of my seat. The manager came in and told him to cool it a bunch of times, but it wasn't until the last 15 minutes or so of the film that he actually told him to leave. I think the manager was scared of the guy. I suppose that if I was only getting paid $7.50 an hour, I wouldn't try too hard either.
After the movie we walked up to Bill's for dinner. There was a table of four - two men, two women - sitting next to us. I'm fairly certain they had been there drinking all afternoon. The one they called Molly at one point began channeling Jennifer Beals, and was Flashdance-ing in her chair, on the table, and on her friends. Then she moved into a little bumpin' & grinding with one of the fellows, and then pulling up her shirt and showing the restaurant her tits. Put those guns (pea shooters, actually) away! They left to go to another bar, apparently.
The weather today suxxxs. And no drunks either. But yesterday...yesterday was magic.
