I like 99 luftbalons. I don't so much like 99 apples. They do bad things to me.
So let's just review how spectacularly things have been going for me. Let's start with my job. I love(d) my job. I worked with cool people, I got paid resonably well, the work wasn't so bad, etc. Friday night I was scheduled to work at 6 pm. Unfortunately, ten and a half hours prior to that, my fine establishment suffered from an early morning fire. The whole place is gutted, there is 50,000 dollars worth of damage, and I am out of a summer job. In addition, I'm probably not going to find another job because I'm only around for another month or so.
Hm, what else? Well, really, that's the only tragedy that has befallen me. But still, it's quite the tragedy. The week has been pretty good otherwise. Not a blast or anything, but still fun. I pretty much don't do anything useful all week and it's delightful. Thursday night I went out with Cait, Shannon, and our maternal parental units. It was pretty fun- we ate at the Siam Cafe (ironically, we discussed eating at Velocity, but decided against it... oops) and then went around the wearhouse district. We got to pet reindeer outside The Velvet Dog, we contemplated going to Spy Bar for 18+ night, and Cait sang on the streetcorner. Really it was pretty quality.
Friday night I got to hang out with Sydnie, who I never see (because she's married to Rory?) so that was fun. We went to Kevin's, where it was Jimmy's turn to be the only one getting drunk off 99 apples while the rest of us remained sober (that was my job on Tuesday). But it was still fun, we watched these rediculous infomercially things about swords and blowguns.
Really I guess those are the highlights. We didn't do anything at all yesterday, it was such a waste of a perfectly good Saturday night. It was also the first one I didn't have some sort of grad party to attend. Today I have five to compensate though- and to make it even better, two are on the east side and one is in Vermillion. Did I mention that those are really far away?
Aye aye aye. I'm thinking about going up to PIB with Mary, Cait, and Marissa, at least for one day. Unfortunately that whole jobless thing puts a lot less bacon (figuratively, I am vegetarian) on the table. Ah, well, you only live once.