So yesterday I was doing my do. I ran into the one known as Anya. Me and Anya have an interesting friendship. It oscillates, but generally I really enjoy her company. She’s a funny chick. Anyway she saw me walking to one of the buildings and pulls her car into a parking lot and tells me to get in. I pretty much will do whatever she tells me to do so I did. We went to walgreens to drop a prescription off and then sat in her car and talked until it was time to pick it up. Then I got a call from H saying she wanted to go look at a place and wanted me to come with her.

H arrived a short time thereafter and we went to go check out this townhouse/duplex/whatever it was. It was really nice. I feel for H because she’s basically been spending ALL of her free time the past month or so looking for places to live. She really, really liked this spot though so we went and pulled Baby J (who was on call) away from the hospital to look at it, but the dude couldn’t make it back to show so all she could see was the outside.

Somewhere during all of these events I made an executive decision that H and I would drink a high number of beers, because she deserved it. After parting ways, we went to the Farmer’s Market and tried various Jamaican sodas as a prelude to our drinking. We stopped at the Beer Store and got the six pack tour of Germany which had 6 different German beers and a six pack of sweetwater 420. We made a stop at Fatoush to get some food so that we didn’t drink on empty and then made our way to Centennial Park.

We posted up at the park and sat in the car with the windows down listening to music and talking and what not. At one point H decided to feed the geese some trans fat infused fries. She decided to do this while the geese were on MY side of the car. I had JUST got done telling her a story about how I got chased by a goose when I was a kid and how I was scared of geese! She laughed it up at my paralyzing fear! I’m going to get her back.

Time passed, we drank more beer, when finally we got a call from the dude again. So we end up calling Baby J and getting her boyfriend to ride to the spot with us so he could evaluate the crib for her. He said he really liked it, so we’ll see, I know H is tired of looking at spots, so I really hope this was it for them, but who knows.

Anyway, after looking at this spot H called Jahana to make arrangements to go drink some Jack and sing kareoke. We get to her boyfriend’s spot and his crib was BALLERIFIC. He is my new hero….for real. We drank a few glasses of Jack (some of us had coke….not the Killa though, you know how I do!) and then headed to the one spot to do kareoke, but it was already over at the one spot, so we went to this country joint downtown. We ran into the one known as Lawbreaker and he joined in.

Now, I usually only like to kareoke at home or in the presence of SMALL crowds, but after a few drinks I ended up doing Eddie Murphy’s “Party All the Time” with Killa ad-libs thrown in. After awhile I crossed from reasonably drunk and fun to obnoxious as I started a “Fuck Hillary” chant. H warned me that she wasn’t going to have my back in the ensuing race riot so I eased up a bit. See I’m not TOTALLY a lost cause!

After awhile we ended up heading back home. It must have been like 3:30. I had a test today. I think it was worth it though. And….what’s on deck for tonight? More of the same!

Shout out to Geoff, Dave, George, AJ, Jr, and the rest of the FAR Crew. Wish I could be there this weekend! Next year!