Last night I ended up going to a sports bar in Ravenna with Fletch and a group of his law school friends to watch the second half of the UW vs. USC game. Fletch and I split a couple of pitchers of Mac & Jacks and got a couple of Taco Del Mar burritos while laughing at all of the drunk football fans. I made a bet with Fletcher on the game: I pay him a buck if USC won and he pays me $10 if UW won. I, of course, announced the fact that Fletcher had bet against UW on the game to the entire bar haha. The game was pretty close, but the monstrous Trojans were too much for the Huskies and stud QB Jake Locker.
After the game, Fletcher and I went to the hippies house party. The hippies are pretty entertaining folks, mostly UW students (a couple of national merit scholars too), but definitely odd. They had hosted a “wedding” at 6:30; they do these every so often as an excuse for a party and to make out with each other. When Fletch and I showed up, most of them were pretty drunk and there were lots of little couples making out with each other and giving massages. Fletch and I stood there drinking our wine while on 3 different sides of us girls were making out. I actually didn’t even think about it at the time, I’ve been to enough of the hippies affairs to not really notice their eccentricities anymore. Rachel (Fletcher’s woman) called a little later, so we left to pick her up.
On the way to Rachel’s house, Rachelle sent me a text saying she was bored and wanted to hang out, so I called her and we went downtown and picked her up too. We drove around for what seemed like an eternity trying to find parking. Rachelle wanted to go to the See Sound Lounge, so we went there first, but they had a $10 cover and no one except Rachelle had cash. Rachelle said she had some friends coming along shortly and wanted to wait for them, so Fletch, Rachel and I left and went to the Lava Lounge up the street. We ended up hanging out there talking and laughing the rest of the evening. Fletcher decided to be evil and kept buying us shots, so we had to let Rachel drive us home. When she was pulling into my garage, she scraped my car on a pillar. Ugh. Better that than getting a DUI though I suppose. Fletcher and I each had a beer in my apartment and suddenly we both realized we weren’t doing so well… Fletch went into the bathroom and got sick and I fell asleep fully clothed. Next time, no shots for me.
When I woke up this morning, I turned my head in a funny way and tweaked my neck. Now I can’t turn my head and I’m supposed to play in a flag football game later tonight. I may even be quarterback where I have to have my head on a swivel the whole time. Shoot.