Saturday, May 31, 2003
Tonight was... interesting. That's probably the most apt description of it. I shall attempt to be more precise.
First and foremost I would like to say that the word haberdashery refers to an establishment selling men's clothing and, specifically, hats. Not, as Noah would have you think, a house of prostitution. This, folks, is why context clues are often misleading.
Anywho, I looked outside, and it was nice out. It's warm out, and the night sky looked appealing somehow. I got the urge, as I occasionally do, to go do some form of art down on the beach. Being a lazy bum I decided to not do painting or pastels, but rather to just do some inky sketches. Yes, I am a lazy, lazy person. Shame on me.
I had talked to Noah earlier so I stopped by to see if he would like to go down to the beach and chat whilst I doodled. He was amenable to the idea. We walked down since it was so damn nice out and it's not very far at all from our practically collective homes.
So we sat on some rocks and had much good conversation and I got a few pathetic doodles done. I had brought a light but I didn't use it because, as previously stated, I am lazy. So I couldn't really see what I was doing. Alas. The ocean was very nice and there was no evil sea breeze like you sometimes get. There's a big creepy old house there which is on an incredible piece of waterfront property but is in an incredible state of disrepair. We discussed that some. There was only one light on in the whole house, and it was illuminating this big round room with four big windows. One of them had a large, prominent confederate flag in it. Much mirth and speculation.
The tide started to come in so we headed back. As we were walking home, Jason pulled up. Noah decided that he desired fast food, so we whisked away to McDonalds so that he could get massive amounts of big mac and plastic sundae. As we were waiting in the drive thru line, we were priviledged enough to witness a fascinating encounter. A guy and a girl were standing in the parking lot, plainly in view of the entire drive thru line, yelling at each other. Suddenly, the guy began groping her posterior. Not rubbing or even holding. We are referring to extreme ass-grabbage here.
So of course the three of us in the car are cracking up. Then the guy starts doing something with the front of her shirt. It was suggested that he was thoughtfully providing her with a free breast cancer examination. It certainly looked as though something of that nature was occurring, although there was some doubt as to whether her health was the concern here. Then he seemed to get angry again, and he slapped her. Then he picked her up and tossed her in the air. Then her hair clip fell off and she bent over to get it and looked directly at Jason's car, where the three of us were visibly drowning in our own howling laughter.
Then they seemed to make up and there was more ass-grabbage. Then they got into two separate cars and drove away. All this while waiting for McDonalds to process Noah's order. I mean, we were waiting for a while, but still, it was a lot of emotion shifts in a relatively short period of time. So we finally got Noah's food, wiped away our tears of laughter, and continued on our journey.
Argk, I think I have to get up tomorrow, I'll finish this tale then. You can't wait.