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"Who invited you?"
Jan. 17th, 2010 01:19 amis NOT what you want to hear when you arrive at a party. But there I was, clueless. All I knew was that I'd received a Facebook invite, so there I was, with bells on.
I was in Dallas today, visiting my brother. Primarily to retrieve my camera which he'd borrowed for his Christmas vacation in Hawaii (that bastard). We farted around all day, doing errands and playing games. That evening I went to a birthday party which I ASSUMED was for someone I knew (I don't want to name names, but the only January baby I know is Lauren). I arrived at Dave & Buster's to be greeted w/ the question, "Who invited you?" I don't know, and it remains a mystery to this very day. But regardless, it was too late to disappear, as the birthday boy and his entourage soon arrived. Apparently, this circle of people hark from the guild called Medieval Times and as soon as they entered, I knew that my hair was not long enough, nor my beard thick enough, to knock mugs with these fellows. Some Latin guy once said, "En vino, veritus," (In wine, is truth) but I like to think, "En vino, amigo," (In booze, are friends.). As long as the beer kept coming, we were all friends. Thankfully, there were a handful of people that I DID know, so I wasn't entirely without some crutch.
So what could've been an awkward night turned out to be quite fun in the end. I'm glad I did manage to have fun, as tomorrow I head out to Louisiana for work again. This time it's New Orleans. I won't have much of an opportunity to experience the city, as I'll be working 12-hour night shifts, seven days a week. That's gonna be a helluva work schedule, but I ain't gonna complain (at least, not where anyone can hear me). I wanted work and lots of hours, and this is the form it's gonna take. I'll take it and like it. Hopefully on the far side of this assignment will be that North Sea job. I'm still looking forward to that.
I was in Dallas today, visiting my brother. Primarily to retrieve my camera which he'd borrowed for his Christmas vacation in Hawaii (that bastard). We farted around all day, doing errands and playing games. That evening I went to a birthday party which I ASSUMED was for someone I knew (I don't want to name names, but the only January baby I know is Lauren). I arrived at Dave & Buster's to be greeted w/ the question, "Who invited you?" I don't know, and it remains a mystery to this very day. But regardless, it was too late to disappear, as the birthday boy and his entourage soon arrived. Apparently, this circle of people hark from the guild called Medieval Times and as soon as they entered, I knew that my hair was not long enough, nor my beard thick enough, to knock mugs with these fellows. Some Latin guy once said, "En vino, veritus," (In wine, is truth) but I like to think, "En vino, amigo," (In booze, are friends.). As long as the beer kept coming, we were all friends. Thankfully, there were a handful of people that I DID know, so I wasn't entirely without some crutch.
So what could've been an awkward night turned out to be quite fun in the end. I'm glad I did manage to have fun, as tomorrow I head out to Louisiana for work again. This time it's New Orleans. I won't have much of an opportunity to experience the city, as I'll be working 12-hour night shifts, seven days a week. That's gonna be a helluva work schedule, but I ain't gonna complain (at least, not where anyone can hear me). I wanted work and lots of hours, and this is the form it's gonna take. I'll take it and like it. Hopefully on the far side of this assignment will be that North Sea job. I'm still looking forward to that.
