dancing and ball park

there was a buy one get one free coupon hanging off of the lasagna pan in marc's fridge last week. i don't know how it got there but we decided it was fate and double pinky promised to use it no matter what. turns out IT WAS ONE FREE PASS TO AN ISOTOPES GAME. hurrah. we dug through the upside down cd bucket thingy for extra cash to get in to the park and buy a stale pretzel and hot dog made from cheerleader meat.

member how i'm supposed to be making the big bucks? not so much since i'm paying off my rent that i somehow got a month behind in. PLUS that student loan i took out the last week of school. seriously. i took out a thousand dollar loan on the last possible day i was a student at unm. sarcastically applaud me later but serio, it bought me three months of blessed unemployment and denise from financial aid can never take that away from me.
oh damn girl! we got seats right next to that loud chatty family who reminds you of your own fam on holiday meltdown time. at first they were spilling beer all over us and not watching the game and letting their babies pull my hair but at the end of the game we were best friends and singing buy me some peanuts and crackerjacks together.
then we wound up at burt's on thursday. it was simey's last night in town before he headed off to nj and ny so we decided to get out of control. we got there and there was a 30 minute long line of yuck yucks so we cut in line right next to daniel p. and skyler.
marc smuggled this beer into burts. drug mule!
guilty face.
simon looks like he's going in for a taste of the nip. wellllll, it was dance party night he probably just had neck cramps from bending his head down at that angle all night.not much to report. i was offered a joint but i'd have to go to this guy, gary's, house after the bar and it just wasn't a good night - i had to be up by 4:30AM. what?! skyler's back in town. i bought simey a coke and vodka and was repaid in grouch bucks. a group of girls were speaking french in the girls' bathroom but my understanding is so poor. oh yea, almost forgot, last week downtown, some old guy bought me two gin and tonics and didn't do the creepy guy thing and hang all over me the rest of the night. at one point i dropped one of the glasses and just stared at it while everyone around me was expecting me to have like a crybaby reaction and stomp back to the bar. since i didn't buy it my reaction was a slug eating a blade of grass in a dream.

i think we danced a little but it was no fun without any other girls there.
and also, marc found a hundred dollar bill on the ground outside. at least that's what he's been telling us.

rough translation: alleyway bjs for 100 bucks?! gas prices aren't the only thing that's rising. yuk yuk.