We gotta get out while we're young...

So somewhere along the way last week I reverted back to high school Nicki. I guess it was Thursday, hanging out with Clobes at his parent's house, but it certainly didn't stop this weekend.

I was supposed to have an actual, real date (as opposed to hanging out with my roommate, my best friend's boyfriend or some engaged guy) with the Cuteness on Friday. I hadn't heard from him in a few days so I emailed him and was like, yeah! Hey! Are we doing something? And he emails me back and said "Oh yeah, Friday is looking not so good... I have to shovel."

You have to shovel? All night? On a Friday? It didn't even snow!

So I am not dumb to sit around waiting for this guy, I can take a hint. I am getting a little too old for this shit, you know? Is it so bad to want a guy who is not a drama queen or who plays little games? Take for example Michael D. who I was practically throwing myself at and he liked to play hard to get. HARD TO GET?! Dude, come on. You haven't had sex in three years, no girl is even remotely interested and you want me to work for it? Christ. And what about the Cuteness? Seriously? If you aren't interested, that is fine! Let's all just be honest and open and get on with our lives already.

So instead of going out to get the taste of Thursday out of my mouth, I sat at home smoking and writing poetry, because apparently I am now an ARTISTE. But, really, I had a really good night, I could relax and get a little perspective on things. I was completely exhausted anyways, so it really all kind of worked out for the best.

Saturday was so lazy, it felt WONDERFUL. I just padded around the house randomly, watched a bunch of Arrested Development and waited to go out. That night was Food for Thought in Racine, where you donate some food and buy a ticket and all the bars have bands and you basically bar hop.

Jackie came and picked me up, calling me when she got there, telling me to grab a bottle of something. I had a bottle of Captain left over from Thanksgiving (and I couldn't figure out how to make Pink Squirrels portable) so I grabbed it and dashed out to the car.

We made a quick stop at the porn store so I could buy a bowl (I was getting tired of using my roommates) and then went and parked around the corner from the Eagles, where we were going to meet up with everyone. So we sat there, in her mini cooper, listening to JayZ as I lit up and she started taking pulls from the bottle (she would have toked up as well, but she thinks she might have to do a U.A for this new job she got). I was having serious problems with my pot so I then started drinking too.

We met up with Eric, Hannah, Martha, Martha's friend Jenny, Hannah's friend Amanda and Joe. Now, I don't especially like Joe, I think he is kind of obnoxious in sort of a grating way and he is exceedingly loud... all the time. I am much more of a subtle snide comment kind of person and he is a Hawaiian print shirted clown. But, he was alright that night and kept giving me hugs, so I can't dislike him that much, as he clearly has awesome taste (hahahahahaha).

We were at the Eagles for awhile and then went over to Coasters. We saw I think three bands but really, the most amusing thing was watching Jackie's slow descent into drunkenness. I was buzzed, don't get me wrong, but I was more high than anything, and at one point someone bought me a bottle of Smirnoff Black or the like and she kept drinking gin or some other clear liquid of death.

So after she harangued some guy into giving her free hot dogs, I piled her back into the mini and drove her home. It was nice to be able to take care of her a little bit, even though she wasn't knocking on death's door like I have a tendency to, because she has driven my drunk ass home like 70 times and I owed it to her.

Sunday I went out to brekkie with Mandy, because if I am in Racine on a Sunday, then I will be eating a goddamn skillet, let me tell you. We then went to Best Buy and I picked up a Weakerthans cd (because it is my life in musical form) and a Rob Zombie cd, because it was cheap and I have a quiet penchant for Dragula.

Went back to Milwaukee and went back to padding around my apartment, contemplating things. Smoked a little more pot, listened to a little more music and fell asleep reading.

I am going to Detroit in two weeks and I think the change will do me some good. I think I got way in over my head here recently and I have to let things go with a little sad honesty versus trying to fix the un-fixable.

Because tramps like us? Baby we were born to run.