MONDAY HANGOVER PART II: COMBING THE STREETS WITH WILL HUNTING
Friday night began innocently enough. Kurty and Jack arrived, as advertised, sometime around 9ish. After a few impromptu games of beruit and a little catching up on old times, the ‘Tus was loose with myself at the helm, and Jack, Kurt, Kup, and Drew all in tow.
We headed on out to Doc’s in Shadyside, for no other reason than we were invited by Natalia, who had just moved into town! Nat is Jerry’s girlfriend, a fine English lass from the home of the Little League World Series, Williamsport, PA, she’s a pseudo-Pi Phi and an great friend. When she had called me earlier in the night, she was overjoyed that Kurt was on his way, for he is Jerry’s former roommate and the two of them (Nat and Kurt, that is) share an overwhelmingly odd brother-sister bond/ sexual tension unseen outside of Appalachia.
“Lucky” for us, her interminably annoying friend was in town, and we got to experience all of her loudmouthed antics. Terribly mind wrecking, but a small price to pay for some quality Natalie time. After converging on Doc’s with Nat and her crew, the ladies decided they wanted to go dancing, so it was off to Tequilia Willie's (aka: My Least Favourite Bar in the Universe). As we stood by, bored out of existance, Drew and I lamented the fact that we might just be getting a little too old for such an overwhelming Ho-Fest as that bar, which is about as scary as a thought as you can have at age 24. Now, I’m up for a good clubbing experience as the next guy, but T-Will’s just doesn’t quite do it for me. I’ll compare it with the extremely more pleasant Matrix when we get to Saturday night.
After dropping 8 bucks to get in the door (Which, when you think about it, is a ridiculous amount for two reasons: a) it was already after 1am, and they charged us full price b) NO club in Pittsburgh should ask that much of its patrons, and then not even have drink specials, i mean- it's PITTSBURGH. But I digress.) And by the by—first person from a bigger metropolitan area (cough:Boston:cough) that tells me to stop whining about an $8 cover has their post deleted, I fully realize that you have it way worse, and that I’m being a baby. Just a friendly warning if you decide to post, and don't want anything important deleted along with it :)
My snipey-ness at the friend and lamentations about the way I hate T-Will’s notwithstanding, it was still a fun time, because, hell, anytime you’re with Jack and Kurt (which sounds like a mixed drink) you’re in for a good time. Just shooting the shit about the old days, and watching Kurt mack on one of Nat’s friends was worth the price of admission (figuratively). After staggering around the Strip district sometime around 3AM, and getting exponentially more annoyed by the Evil Friend (who by this time was intoxicated), we made a bee-line for the ‘Tus and headed home for bed. We had a big Saturday ahead of us.
On a final note, I’ve known my roommate for a long time, and I can think of few times he was more openly pissed at someone than when the Evil Friend told him he was a pretty-boy on par with Matt Damon, who would never defend her in a fight. She also mentioned that she knows 100 guys who could kick his ass. What brought this about? Well, Kup had the audacity to tell her that staggering around the Strip at 3am was probably not the smartest thing for four young ladies to do alone. That bastard.
These stories aren’t really that short, are they?
Oh well, tough shit.
See you all again soon, as we hit up SATURDAY AFTERNOON!
-apk
We headed on out to Doc’s in Shadyside, for no other reason than we were invited by Natalia, who had just moved into town! Nat is Jerry’s girlfriend, a fine English lass from the home of the Little League World Series, Williamsport, PA, she’s a pseudo-Pi Phi and an great friend. When she had called me earlier in the night, she was overjoyed that Kurt was on his way, for he is Jerry’s former roommate and the two of them (Nat and Kurt, that is) share an overwhelmingly odd brother-sister bond/ sexual tension unseen outside of Appalachia.
“Lucky” for us, her interminably annoying friend was in town, and we got to experience all of her loudmouthed antics. Terribly mind wrecking, but a small price to pay for some quality Natalie time. After converging on Doc’s with Nat and her crew, the ladies decided they wanted to go dancing, so it was off to Tequilia Willie's (aka: My Least Favourite Bar in the Universe). As we stood by, bored out of existance, Drew and I lamented the fact that we might just be getting a little too old for such an overwhelming Ho-Fest as that bar, which is about as scary as a thought as you can have at age 24. Now, I’m up for a good clubbing experience as the next guy, but T-Will’s just doesn’t quite do it for me. I’ll compare it with the extremely more pleasant Matrix when we get to Saturday night.
After dropping 8 bucks to get in the door (Which, when you think about it, is a ridiculous amount for two reasons: a) it was already after 1am, and they charged us full price b) NO club in Pittsburgh should ask that much of its patrons, and then not even have drink specials, i mean- it's PITTSBURGH. But I digress.) And by the by—first person from a bigger metropolitan area (cough:Boston:cough) that tells me to stop whining about an $8 cover has their post deleted, I fully realize that you have it way worse, and that I’m being a baby. Just a friendly warning if you decide to post, and don't want anything important deleted along with it :)
My snipey-ness at the friend and lamentations about the way I hate T-Will’s notwithstanding, it was still a fun time, because, hell, anytime you’re with Jack and Kurt (which sounds like a mixed drink) you’re in for a good time. Just shooting the shit about the old days, and watching Kurt mack on one of Nat’s friends was worth the price of admission (figuratively). After staggering around the Strip district sometime around 3AM, and getting exponentially more annoyed by the Evil Friend (who by this time was intoxicated), we made a bee-line for the ‘Tus and headed home for bed. We had a big Saturday ahead of us.
On a final note, I’ve known my roommate for a long time, and I can think of few times he was more openly pissed at someone than when the Evil Friend told him he was a pretty-boy on par with Matt Damon, who would never defend her in a fight. She also mentioned that she knows 100 guys who could kick his ass. What brought this about? Well, Kup had the audacity to tell her that staggering around the Strip at 3am was probably not the smartest thing for four young ladies to do alone. That bastard.
These stories aren’t really that short, are they?
Oh well, tough shit.
See you all again soon, as we hit up SATURDAY AFTERNOON!
-apk
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