So tonight was a pretty goofy night…
I got home from practicing with Tracy around 8:30. About an hour later, my phone rang – it was my roommate.
“Where are you?” she asked.
“I’m at home,” I said.
“Oh!” she said. “I’m out on the sunporch. I’m stealing one of your cigarettes.”
So I went out back with her…we went up on the roof, smoked, and had a drink. She didn’t have to work in the morning, so we decided to go to a bar. Nobody else in our neighborhood that we knew was home…on a whim, I decided to call my friend Jon, who lives down the street. Last I heard, Jon was on a project in Alabama, but I figured it was worth a shot. He was actually home…and quite willing to join us.
The three of us headed to Jake’s Pub, where we drank a couple cans of Schlitz – because, as you know, when you’re out of Schlitz, you’re out of beer. Since none of us had to get up in the morning, we elected to continue our night at The Note. I called my friends Evin and Noah (who love The Note), and it didn’t take much arm-twisting to convince them to meet us there. They were out with Jason, so all six of us hung out until 2:30 in the morning drinking and playing pool.
Good times.
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