So, I went to The Ritz
last night to relax after way too many hours in the computer lab yesterday. I was bored just drinking so I started playing pool on my own cuz it was free. After 3 games where I lost to my self severly, and won by a narrow margin, some people approached my table because they noiticed mine was free. They wanted to play too but I was just fuckin' around so I said ok but I suck tonite. They insisted on doubles but the people I were meeting weren't there yet so I said ok. I needed a partner and they picked one out for me. My partner turned out to be this drunken guy in his late twenties who had a hard time keeping his eyes at half mast. He walked up to me and said,"So, you're Enrique, huh?"..... Yeah he said this. I said," You got it, man. You ready to be down with the Enrique?" Not only did this guy play better than me in his state but he started calling me 'Strykah', too. So here I am playing pool with complete stranges loosing my ass and being called Enrique. We lost the first round miserablely so Our Drunken Boxer of a pool player orders he and I shots to get our courage and focus up. We won the last two games simply because the other team tippy tapped the eight ball into its home prematurely. All the while afore that talking shit about us. The worst part of it all was that I felt worse for the drunky who had me as a partner. My gal Erica showed up in time to help me ditcfh the game grab a slice of Hoek's and drink a few more pints over some badly played games of pool and air hockey before we parted ways. I got home @ 1:30, smoked a bowl, drank a 1/3 of a coke, put on the first episode of Red Dwarf, the BBC series, and passed out on my floor before it was over only to wake up at four and walk to bed. This whole going out on my own thing is getting to be more interesting. Tonight I will be meeting a new gal and going to the Ritz for $2 pint nite and getting a free Ritz shirt from my Gal Pal Jillian.
last night(for those that don't know he is an awesome Japanese hip-hop dj) and I got really fed up with the two bastards. Here I am out on a night alone for the first time in months, trying to meet people and just enjoy the music. No one I knew was there so I allowed the music to take me a bit and I danced some. Those who know me have seen me dance little those who don't know me have seen me dance alot. But instead of me just simply enjoying the music and grooving for a couple of hours, I keep wondering if the girl dancing next to me keeps bumping into me on purpose or is she just caught up in her own blazing disco inferno? Also, are the two girls that moved in front of me during the break there because they wanted to step up closer to me or are they just doing the music thing too? What about that girl over there? She might be.... No Nothing Nada. I should have just enjoyed rthe music but instead my head keeps going back to girls. In the end I left without saying hello or breaking the ice at all because that is how pathetic I am. I agonize over this shit and then do nothing because I'm so fucking lame. I then went over to my favorite bar, The Ritz, to have a few less expensive drinks and unwind from the beats. So as I walk all the sugar plumbs are dancing in my head, saying things to me that might be considered promising. Maybe there will be a cute girl who approaches me tonight or I will see that some gal digs me and I can work up the courage to ask her. No Nothing Nada. I see girls who lock eyes with me and all I can do is smile and nod and pass them by. I'm so fucking pathetic. I end up sitting at a table alone until they yell last call. When I proceed to the door and walk home. I really wish that my wild out going personality carried over to other environments besides with my friends. I am alot of fun and great company but I can't say "HI". I just thought I'd take a moment to tell every one how disappointed in myself I am. I can't say 'hi'. How fucking hard is that to do? How fucking lame!
