The Cynic Says……

Yep.. this weekend was most definitely a great weekend. Despite the fact that I’m broke as fuck because I have to pay rent, I still managed to have a good time. Friday night we went and saw “Transporter 2″ and went to Cotton Eyed Joe’s. The movie was pretty good overall. Go see it for the insane action, not for the plot. The plot is incredibly thin and not even worth talking about. Go see this movie if you want to see shit get blown up, cars driven at insane speeds, people get the shit kicked out of them and various other things of the sort. Some of the action scenes are incredibly far-fetched but they’re still cool to watch. Just leave your brain at home for this movie. I didn’t expect too much and I got what I expected. I’m not sure it was totally worth $8, but I don’t feel horrible having spent the money. After the movie, we went to CEJ and stayed there for just under 2 hrs. It wasn’t really all that busy and neither of us had enough money to get drunk. We ended up spending like $15 or so each since Bacardi-based drinks were $2.50. After Joe’s, we went back to Sam’s and drank some more. Had a few friends over as usual and had a pretty good time. I didn’t get falling-down throwing-up drunk. Just a bit tipsy and felt pretty damned good overall. We drank what are called “Big apple shots” which have Bacardi Big Apple rum and sour apple pucker. They’re pretty damn good, if not a little more tart than I normally like.

Saturday we all got up, Sam had to go to work… then after work his friend Adam (a different Adam than we normally hang out with) came over… we ate Taco Bell, came back and dicked around with Sam’s Yukon that he’s decided he doesn’t want to bother fixing. Adam decides he wants to buy it (buys it Sunday and takes it away, amusingly). Saturday night, Sonya & Natasha came over and hung out with us. Well, they get the idea that they want to drink so we buy the fruitiest liquors known to mankind and make pussy drinks for them. Bacardi Razz rum, Triple Sec and cranberry juice. Apparently those weren’t pussy enough for them because they couldn’t even drink more than one each. Sad sad sad. Sam and I ended up getting pretty knackered and having a damn good time. We sang along to “Queen of my Double Wide Trailer” by Sammy Kershaw, did the Cha Cha Slide in his room and generally just acted goofy, but didn’t get too loud or anything. Natasha spent half the night being harrassed by her idiotic psycho boyfriend (now ex or something). He basically spent half the night accusing her of fucking one of us despite the fact that none of us even came within a mile of laying a hand on her. Apparently she woke up to a few text messages from him calling her a dirty whore and accusing her of fucking around on him when she was “sleeping”. What a fucking douchebag… seriously. Way to show your insecurities, assmaster. If a girl’s going to cheat, she’s going to cheat no matter what. No amount of shit-talking and being posessive and insecure is going to make her any less likely to cheat. If she cheats, she’s a slut, ditch her… end of story. Let her go out and do what she wants and if she really respects you and wants to be with you, she’ll keep her legs closed. If she can’t do that then she obviously doesn’t respect you and she’s a stupid cum guzzling slut so you ditch her. It’s not difficult, people. Jesus! Why can’t guys understand that? Anyway, end of rant.

Sunday was boomsday. Original plans were to meet at Sam’s at 6pm and leave from there, get downtown around 7pm or so and not have to fight traffic as badly. Well, 7:30 and everyone finally shows up and it’s almost 8 by the time we even get rolling. Traffic was a whore and we spent 35 minutes driving around looking for fucking parking. Eventually we find an open garage on UT campus and park at the top to watch the fireworks. 10pm, the fireworks are over so we leave. Garage is 9 levels, we need to make it to level 5. 8 minutes to get from level 9 to level 6. A FUCKING HOUR to get from level 6 to level 5. It was so bad that Sam, Ty and I all got out of the car, walked 3 blocks to a store and got a 12 pack of beer and walked back and met Adam (not the above-mentioned Adam) right before he got to the exit. Really fucking sad if you ask me. Amazingly, I made it to work on time despite my calling and informing my co-workers that I would most likely be late. So yeah… I had a good weekend overall. Sitting in traffic for an hour was gay, but that doesn’t make the weekend on the whole any worse. Granted, the 30 minutes of fireworks were not worth the traffic bullshit we had to deal with. If we go next year, we’re going on bicycles. Plain and simple.