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Another Weird Dream

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It started in the car with Pat driving to a concert in Kent.

I told him about a really good taco place right around the corner while we were at a red light

Pat’s car was a really old beater. He said watch this and stalled it on purpose. I didn’t think it would start again but then he turned on the windshield wipers and it started (after not starting before). He said it had something to do with the wipers being directly hooked up to the battery. It was his uncles car and he had messed with it a lot.

We drove past the taco place to the concert hall. Inside we met Sean and Al (maybe Al, maybe Dan, maybe Andy… kept changing). I was going to buy tickets for Pat and I (since Pat drove) but then Sean went to buy tickets, stepping in front of me. I was about to protest but Pat said “let him buy tickets, he’s the one who makes lots of money.” But he only bought three. Apparently he forgot about Al/Dan/Andy.

When he turned back to buy another ticket the guy at the ticket window said alright one for the other show. Sean said no, the same show we were going to, and he said “I’m sorry we have to support local musicians and therefore this ticket is for the other show.” Sean got a little mad and said no, we needed four tickets for this show, he didn’t care about the other band.

The guy in the ticket window eventually caved but told us that they got to take a bigger percentage of our money because we were going to the big show and not the local band. While they were arguing I was flipping through the play bill which came with our tickets.

Inside there was seating all around and an open space up front. Sean and Al/Dan/Andy went up a few rows and sat but Pat insisted that we sit towards the back. Some lady leaned between us and said man these seats are small.

There were people performing some sort of short movie up front on stage as a pre band thingie. They were acting out the movie being shown behind him (like rocky horror picture). It was the music video of the band we were going to see. Something about tearing down the walls. When it got to the crescendo a lot of people in the audience got up and tried to rip down the walls. It was similar to a movie theater where there was flowing fabric over the walls and they were tearing it down. I’ll admit there was a lot “white trashy” looking people in the audience doing this.

Pat, Sean, Al/Dan/Andy and myself weren’t participating. The whole thing ended when some lady thought it would be a good idea to toss her one year old up on the wall hoping he would grab some fabric and yank it down. Instead it landed upside down on its head and she looked embarrassed. The kid was ok though.

The next show that went on included three kids (I say kids as in elementary school kids). One (girl) was sitting at a table. The other was setting the table and the third was walking around in the background, showing his ass crack, and displaying a horrible wet bottom that looked like he had crapped himself and it was seeping through his pants. While this was being acted out the movie of it was playing in the background too.

 

And then I woke up. Messed up.

Story-Time

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After going to see William Shatner with Sam on Saturday, and loving it, I decided to start writing some blog posts just based off of old stories. All Shatner did was great, funny, meaningful (to him) stories from his life. And I thought, “I do that all the time.” So why not write some down. I’ve often found when comparing memories and stories with friends that I seem to remember more than they do.

Sooooo, lets start with a short tale. More of a facet of a day. Random happening.

I helped my friends Jason and Danei (and baby Harvey) move this weekend. While helping them move I was also texting Pat about completely different things.

But the fact that both moving and Pat were on my mind brought back a story from sophomore year of college. I had shown up at college a week early for cross-country and freshman orientation (I was helping out with it, along with our friend Matt). I had my room all set up and moved in. I spent a majority of the time not at practice hanging out in Matt’s dorm room, what we would affectionately call “The Quad” because it was one of the few four person dorm rooms on campus (if not the only one at that time). Matt also was the friend with the dominate video game system of the time…. the original Playstation.

Matt also had a small water warmer that made cooking up Ramen extremely easy. So one afternoon, despite Matt not being there I still was in the dorm room playing Playstation and eating some ramen. Pat shows up with his father to move all his crap in, he’s one of the roommates in the Quad. Now at the time Pat and I were friends, but not the great friends we are now. That’s another story, and involves fighting. No, at this point we were just ok friends.

So Pat comes in and sets his bag down. We say our hi’s but I don’t remotely move off the couch. In fact the whole time Pat is moving his crap into the dorm, which is on the fourth floor, and there isn’t an elevator, I stay seated on the couch playing video games and eating my Ramen. He doesn’t say anything to me during the move (or if he does I’m not paying attention).

No, the only words I hear out of Pat’s mouth after he’s moved all his stuff in is “I will never, ever help you move.” I do believe there were some swear words, probably just calling me an ass. Pat is fond of calling me an ass, so yeah, that was probably part of it. I don’t know if he was pissed, or just upon reflecting that I didn’t move to help him he was annoyed. But whatever.

To this day Pat hasn’t ever helped me move. But that’s fine too, I don’t think he was around for anytime I had to move.

Its nice to know he’s still sticking to his word.

Delaware Vacation in Review

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Just a quick review of vacation.

Saturday I visited Pat in Danville Pennsylvania.  It was a fun trip, I met his girlfriend of the last decade for the second time (at least that I recall).  She was nice.  We all (Sarah was there) went out to eat and then walked down by the river.  After some relaxing at his place (and some really really filling rhubarb pie Shannon had made from scratch) Pat, Sarah, and I went out to the Pub II where we kicked BDGirl’s ass in trivia (although we absolutely sucked at the British Music Section).  This was then followed up by late night trip to the Old Forge Brewing Company for some delicious hand made soft pretzels.  Pat had raved about them earlier and he was right for doing so.

Sarah and I got up early on Sunday and finished out drive to Bethany Beach.  This was by far the hottest year in a while.  We didn’t got an hour on the beach without jumping in the water (usual Delaware trip is a swim, followed by an hour or two of reading and relaxing on the beach, some more swimming, relaxing, etc.).  This year you had to continually get in the water, it was just that hot.  We saw dolphins, sand critters, Ghost Crabs, seagulls, pelicans, and other animals.  We even saw a ghost crab eating a sand critters (pretty cool site).  We swam and got sunburned and played with my niece and nephews (soooo much fun).  Anyways, it was a lot of fun seeing my family, Sarah got her fill of crab at the Blue Crab (all you can eat = 7 crabs… at least for Sarah), and I got my donuts from Fractured Prune.

Random Pictures (I know there’s a Pat and me picture out there that I need to get ahold of):