Sunday, February 06, 2005
6 February 2005
What a weekend.
Lets start you off on friday evening (when I picked up a hooker). So Moody gets here, and we are leaving my apartment to go to dinner at Putter's. I pull out onto University Parkway, right across from my apartment, walking toward campus is a girl about my age, wearing a Peacoat and jeans. Its about 7pm. I pull over and ask her if she needs a ride "yes" she says as she climbs into the backseat. I ask her where she id going, assuming it to be somewhere on campus. "Thurman" she replies. "where is that i ask", hoping more than thinking that maybe its a dorm on campus that i havn't heard of. "Straight ahead" she answers. At this point I realize that the young lady in my backseat is in fact NOT a Wake Forest student, as if the smell and her voice didn't already tell me that. Trying to cut the tension with a verbal knife I say "its kinda cold to be walking tonight, isn't it?"
"Yeah, I'm just trying to make a little money" she replies. Dumbfounded i look at Neal who offers nothing.
"Excuse me" I say
"Just trying to make some extra money" she says again. Wow, I have a real (il)ligitimate prostitute in my back seat. At this point the mental scrambling escalates to a Michael Vick pace. How do I get rid of her and get out of this situation...
Tring to buy time before the pocket collapses I say, "You said Thurman, right?" "yeah" she replies "And where is that?" "straight"
silence
As we approach the stoplight at Deacon Blvd. I say, "well, we're eating here, do you mind if I just let you out here?"
"Sure" she says in a pissed tone and she slams the door as she gets out, clearly pissed that she wasn't going to get the 2 for 1 rate. Shit, glad we got out of that. Stay away from "Thurman" street.
So with this as a prelude to the night, we go on to dinner.
The rush party was a pretty big success, and we even had a whole keg left over. But, the front hand rail at Jason and Ryan's house was a casualty of the party, as was Daniel's reciever. Bad news. There was definatey a drug deal going down on the porch at one point involving some local. Sketchy. But, Whooples (as Feeley calls him) was never heard from, so from that point the party was a success. And Moody had a good time, plus his car didn't get stolen.
More fun saturday afternoon at RB's for the game. The the Tap Room late night, and picking up my drunk roomate as he wonders around downtown winston.
Super Sunday. I hate the Patriots. And forget this Dynasty bullshit, they didn't even make the playoffs two years ago. The Panthers will be back next year. BETER THAN EVER. I hope Tom Brady gets beat up by Mickey Mouse at Disney world.
Stay away from hookers. They smell bad.
What a weekend.
Lets start you off on friday evening (when I picked up a hooker). So Moody gets here, and we are leaving my apartment to go to dinner at Putter's. I pull out onto University Parkway, right across from my apartment, walking toward campus is a girl about my age, wearing a Peacoat and jeans. Its about 7pm. I pull over and ask her if she needs a ride "yes" she says as she climbs into the backseat. I ask her where she id going, assuming it to be somewhere on campus. "Thurman" she replies. "where is that i ask", hoping more than thinking that maybe its a dorm on campus that i havn't heard of. "Straight ahead" she answers. At this point I realize that the young lady in my backseat is in fact NOT a Wake Forest student, as if the smell and her voice didn't already tell me that. Trying to cut the tension with a verbal knife I say "its kinda cold to be walking tonight, isn't it?"
"Yeah, I'm just trying to make a little money" she replies. Dumbfounded i look at Neal who offers nothing.
"Excuse me" I say
"Just trying to make some extra money" she says again. Wow, I have a real (il)ligitimate prostitute in my back seat. At this point the mental scrambling escalates to a Michael Vick pace. How do I get rid of her and get out of this situation...
Tring to buy time before the pocket collapses I say, "You said Thurman, right?" "yeah" she replies "And where is that?" "straight"
silence
As we approach the stoplight at Deacon Blvd. I say, "well, we're eating here, do you mind if I just let you out here?"
"Sure" she says in a pissed tone and she slams the door as she gets out, clearly pissed that she wasn't going to get the 2 for 1 rate. Shit, glad we got out of that. Stay away from "Thurman" street.
So with this as a prelude to the night, we go on to dinner.
The rush party was a pretty big success, and we even had a whole keg left over. But, the front hand rail at Jason and Ryan's house was a casualty of the party, as was Daniel's reciever. Bad news. There was definatey a drug deal going down on the porch at one point involving some local. Sketchy. But, Whooples (as Feeley calls him) was never heard from, so from that point the party was a success. And Moody had a good time, plus his car didn't get stolen.
More fun saturday afternoon at RB's for the game. The the Tap Room late night, and picking up my drunk roomate as he wonders around downtown winston.
Super Sunday. I hate the Patriots. And forget this Dynasty bullshit, they didn't even make the playoffs two years ago. The Panthers will be back next year. BETER THAN EVER. I hope Tom Brady gets beat up by Mickey Mouse at Disney world.
Stay away from hookers. They smell bad.
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