Great alternatives to Tuesday.

I could've done a lot of things.
Name one thing,
I probably should've done it instead.
But I didn't.



After shootin some pool with the Paste
I drove on over to Ari's house to meet up
with her & her brother & his friends.
We were about to go see Westbound Train.

The only one in his right mind was Clay, I think.
At least I told myself that because he was driving.

We got to the House of Blues in like 15 minutes
(because he was going 80 mph for no reason).
I bought my ticket there - $15.

Westbound Train was playing in the Cabaret Room.
Hanson & Hellogoodbye were in the main room.
We all went down to watch Hellogoodbye to wait
for the doors to the Cabaret Room to open.

When they did, Ari & I went in.
We sat around & watched The Pinstripes for a while.
Ricky, Clay & Scotty weren't to be found, so Ari texted them.
After about 20 minutes, Ricky & Clay came in.

We watched The Pinstripes for about 15 more minutes
when Ricky decides he really really wants to go home.
So we leave.
Without seeing Westbound Train.

Everyone packs up into the car again
and we start to head home.

Ari notes "Where's Scotty?".
Clay says "The cops called a cab for him".

Lucky me, I got to share the backseat with Ricky.
He was extremely drunk and kept groping my upper thigh.
So I did it back, even though I didn't know him too well,
but it tickled & I do not lose a tickle fight.
Drunk or sober.

He offered me his cigarette,
I helped him bring it to his mouth.
He messed with my hair,
I messed with his.
He rubbed his dirty hands on my face,
I rubbed my dirty hands on his face.

The whole entire time he was... affectionate.
Now if he were sober, things would've been different:
None of it would've happened.


We finally got back to Ari's at around 10:30.
I got in my car, drove home, & thought about
what the fuck just happened.

Crazy shit.