This will be a long post, so all of you who read this while at work, rejoice! It has little to do with me having something incredibly interesting to say and much to do with the fact that more has happened to me in the past four days than the rest of the month combined.
First things first: Thursday night, Laurie and I go out to Dave and Busters for a little gaming action. And win about forty bajillion tickets in the Quarterback game. For those of you need a little refresher (I know you specifically don't, because everyone knows the game Quaterback!), Quarterback is one of those games where you drop the coin in and a little pusher pushes it down to the next level and those push off the coins on the edge. The more coins you push over, the more tickets you get. For some unknown reason, this one specific coin pushing game is Laurie and I's (is that grammatically correct??) obsession at Dave and Buster's, and as soon as we saw that it was open, we jumped at it. After a few rounds, we noticed a Lurker hanging around admiring the trim on the surrounding games. The jig was up - we realized he was stalking our game. I guess he came on the wrong night. After a few more exciting coin-dropping rounds, The Lurker comes up to us and says, "Have you girls won anything tonight?" Glancing down at our bucket full of tickets, we said "uh... no." To which the Lurker had no response and sulked away. Sucker.
The next day, we went to a matinee of Mr. and Mrs. Smith, which is awesomely awesome. Not only is it an uber-fun movie, Brad Pitt's character went to Notre Dame!
Saturday, Chapter 2
Phililip and I headed to Austin to celebrate his 21st birthday, Real World style. Apparantly, the thing to do is to go bar-hopping, take your one free shot and get out. Well, the "everyone going out to celebrate Phil's birthday" turned out to be me and Philip going into bars while his friend Patrick waited outside. It was pretty nuts - people everywhere, the streets blocked off from traffic. Lots of fun, but I definitely won't be going out alone, ever. Sixth street, for those of you unfamiliar with the Austin scene, is about 4 long blocks just packed with bars. The bars on Fifth and Fourth Street are actually becoming more and more popular too, so soon it will be one giant downtown full of bars. And this is where I'll be going to law school :-)
Anyway, I would go into bars with Phil while his friend pretty much waited outside (I don't blame him, most places were packed). Not wanting Philip to drink alone, I usually bought myself a shot to do with him. Little did I know that is a much more expensive "favor" than I realized at first. Anyway, about six bars in, we reach Coyote Ugly, a shamless copy of the movie. We get there, and the girls are really not that cute and doing some sort of karate-dance thing on the bar. It's really not that busy, mostly big groups of women and two old men who very blatantly and shamelessly tried to look down my shirt about 10 times. Patrick insisted on going in and getting the special birthday shot, which was 20 bucks. This consisted of two women on the bar, one laying down with a shot of tequila between her boobs which Philip had to shoot by putting his mouth around the shot glass and tipping it back, like a Blowjob. The second woman was straddling the one laying down and dropped lime from her mouth into Philip's. The second part of the shot consisted of one of the bartenders taking a belt and spanking Philip, then lifting his shirt and ripping off the elastic band from his boxers and hanging it up around the bar. I could say that I wish I had a camera to capture the moment, but honestly, I was too shocked to even take a picture had I had a camera on me. After that, we went to one more bar, and I was out of cash for the night. We headed back and Philip soon passed out, probably more from the fact that he didn't sleep much the night before than the alcohol.
After a short trip to Thundercloud Subs on Sunday, we headed back to celebrate Father's Day with our respective parents. And Juneteenth. Philip had to share his birthday with both a national and local holiday. Juneteenth is the June 19th, 1864, when Union soldiers landed in Galveston to announce to Texas that the Civil War had ended and all slaves were to be set free. Now, it's mostly an excuse to eat spiked watermelon.
Finally, Monday, I went and saw Batman Begins, and my head exploded. I heart Batman.