I'm Bill Pardy...
Nah, it was PLAN day, so I didn't even want to get up. Randall doesn't get up before noon fifteen on a PLAN Day. Apparentally what I do on PLAN day is have weird ass evenings that start with impersonating the clergy.
Later in the night, I was feeling restless, and Sam seemed in a bad mood. I couldn't get over this need to just get out, and Hannah and Julia came along. Just a walk. Pretty sure it was Sam's idea. We talked, cut-up. Made loads of fun of a friend who somehow fell into a giant, fenced off hole in the middle of campus. The four of us had a long laugh about that.
"Remember, if anyone asks what we're doing here, we're looking for some Drugs."
Someone [Sam, I think] mentioned milk shakes at McDonalds, and in lieu of going back into the stagnant air of the house [because goddamn, it was hot here for Halloween] we piled into Julia's car and took off into the night. The girls ordered fries and milkshakes, and the advertising tool I am ordered two of those snack wraps, and a coke. A real coke, no diet. Goddamn, I missed that.
It always starts like that. You know they'd think we were stoned. Fuck, working in a McDonalds all night in a college town, where nothing else is ope , I'd imagine about everyone who comes through is stoned. So we started joking around. I said I was going to grab the cashier's arm -- threaten to tell him about Bruce Lee. Sam laughed, Julia blushed, god knows what Hannah was doing, she was sitting in front of me. Sam decided what she should really do was yell out at the guy, something funny and embarrassing, that might make him feel better.
"I like the way your body looks...! You're an object!"
Or at least that's what she wanted to say, but as our food was handed over and she was half-way -- half-way -- out with it, Julia's social anxiety kicked and she just gunned it. The car pulled out of the drive way and into the parking lot with all the speed of college student's medicine cabinet, and we were almost off, except, well...
"Fuck! Our drinks!"
So if the embarrassment wasn't enough already, Julia had to throw it into reverse, and pull back in like a swift lover so we could get the milkshakes. Of course it was me who walked over there, since I'm pretty sure no one else wanted to get out after that, but according to one of the guys in the Mick's we really made Jason's night. So it wasn't all for naught.
Nah, it was PLAN day, so I didn't even want to get up. Randall doesn't get up before noon fifteen on a PLAN Day. Apparentally what I do on PLAN day is have weird ass evenings that start with impersonating the clergy.
Later in the night, I was feeling restless, and Sam seemed in a bad mood. I couldn't get over this need to just get out, and Hannah and Julia came along. Just a walk. Pretty sure it was Sam's idea. We talked, cut-up. Made loads of fun of a friend who somehow fell into a giant, fenced off hole in the middle of campus. The four of us had a long laugh about that.
"Remember, if anyone asks what we're doing here, we're looking for some Drugs."
Someone [Sam, I think] mentioned milk shakes at McDonalds, and in lieu of going back into the stagnant air of the house [because goddamn, it was hot here for Halloween] we piled into Julia's car and took off into the night. The girls ordered fries and milkshakes, and the advertising tool I am ordered two of those snack wraps, and a coke. A real coke, no diet. Goddamn, I missed that.
It always starts like that. You know they'd think we were stoned. Fuck, working in a McDonalds all night in a college town, where nothing else is ope , I'd imagine about everyone who comes through is stoned. So we started joking around. I said I was going to grab the cashier's arm -- threaten to tell him about Bruce Lee. Sam laughed, Julia blushed, god knows what Hannah was doing, she was sitting in front of me. Sam decided what she should really do was yell out at the guy, something funny and embarrassing, that might make him feel better.
"I like the way your body looks...! You're an object!"
Or at least that's what she wanted to say, but as our food was handed over and she was half-way -- half-way -- out with it, Julia's social anxiety kicked and she just gunned it. The car pulled out of the drive way and into the parking lot with all the speed of college student's medicine cabinet, and we were almost off, except, well...
"Fuck! Our drinks!"
So if the embarrassment wasn't enough already, Julia had to throw it into reverse, and pull back in like a swift lover so we could get the milkshakes. Of course it was me who walked over there, since I'm pretty sure no one else wanted to get out after that, but according to one of the guys in the Mick's we really made Jason's night. So it wasn't all for naught.
posted by Randall at 11:24 PM
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