Am-ing

Last night, my pal Layne turned 21. For this reason, he, his brother Lee, Brett, Sterling, and I went on the usual 21-run. Our first stop was O'Daugherty's for dinner, accompanied by a bunch of other folks. However, there was not enough room for our large party (at that time, there were actually two other parties going on at the same time). Not having reservations, we went to Red Robin for a bit. They screwed up our order, so that meant dinner was on the house for me. I only had to pay for my beer. Layne had a TNT, which got him going. After that, we returned to O'Daugherty's, where Lee, Brett, and Layne sang on the bar, much to the chagrine of this one sloshed bitch. Brett got Layne a mind-eraser, and Lee got him a Fat Tire. I myself indulged in a bit of Snowcap. After everybody else left, Lee, Layne, Sterling, Brett, and I went over to Fast Eddie's so Layne could spin the wheel. He got 10 bucks worth of drinks, which made him happy. After a few beers there (and an Alligator Pee-pee for Brett, plus a gladiator and Jaeger), we headed over to Fizzy Mulligan's for more. We each had a few drinks there, followed by cigars. By the end of the evening, Layne was totally blitzed. It was quite the scene. Sterling was also quite silly. By the end of the evening, he and Layne were comparing their penises to Canada, Godzilla, and other such large phallic things. When we got back, Lee and I had to put them to bed. Whew! Needless to say, it was something else.

Update! Upon further conversation with Layne on the matter, I have come to the conclusion that Layne was not drunk, and that the entirety of this post can probably be safely ignored as the delusional ramblings of a paranoid madman (namely, me).

And It Just Gets Weirder

I wish to retract my statements from last week's post. I had a weirder one. I suppose I had best begin at the beginning. After all, they say that's a very fine place to start. Yesterday morning, Aaron and I went up to Mt. Spokane for an afternoon of skiing. By about three, we were pretty much done, so we ate a late lunch of pasta and snow-cooled beer. We cranked up the Beatles on the car stereo, and ate in snow-thrones carved into an embankment by the car. Needless to say, it was classy. After getting home, we watched some football, more because it was something to do than anything else. I slept for a bit, and then we started watching Lethal Weapon. At about nine o'clock, this guy knocked on the door of Aaron's apartment, looking freaked out and a bit worse for wear, and asking to use the phone to call the police. He then told the 911 operator a convoluted tale of threats and violence, which really freaked Aaron and I out. The cops came and picked the guy up, and we found a bit of drug paraphenalia that the guy had left in the trash can. Needless to say, this was quite frightening. I'll let you figure out the implications of this, because I honestly don't want to think too much about it.