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.
