It was a Tuesday...

The day started out just ok. I was feeling a little sad because the guy I like doesn't seem to like me back., which sucks and is confusing because I'm awesome.
It's finals week at school, so in my first class we had to present our final posters. Here was mine:

my ode to my home state of North Carolina

We got done early so I decided to walk around the mall across the street, NorthPark Mall. I wanted to buy some shorts, but apparently the ones I want are not in style this season. I want the ones that come to your knee. I don't have the legs to wear shorty shorts - my thighs are too small. Imagine that, a girl complaining about that. Anyway, I got hungry, like you do when nothing fits right, and found my way to Bread Winners where I sat on the patio alone, ate my sandwich and danced along to the cool 80's tunes they were playing. My waiter was pretty awesome so I asked him if he knew any guys who would be interested in going out with an art student who likes to dance and play skeeball. (I figured the best way to get over a guy is to get under another one, like Betty White says) He said "Oh, me and my boyfriend!" I said "Groovy, but I meant a straight guy" and he said, "Girl, we'll find you one." So he gave me his number. Then another waiter came over and said, "You know, there's free skeeball tonight at Barcadia. All the old school video games are free on Tuesdays." I asked him where it was and later found it on a Google maps in my next class while waiting for my critique.

Here was my final project for my digital illustration: 

an infograph I created about backpacking. I illustrated
all the pictures all by my onsie!! and of course, I wrote
all the information as well rather than pulling it
from another source like most students did for theirs.

So that class got out early as well and I headed out to Barcadia. The guy at the door asked for my I.D and I said, "Really? I look like I could be under 21? Seriously?" He said, "I don't know...I'd guess about 29 but we have to ask." His name was Frenchie (a black guy) and he looked at my license and said "Still not older than me...class of '86!" Wow, he looked about 29 also. I went in and talked to the bartender, who was all over the place, tossing bottles in the air and twirling glasses. I asked a few guys at the bar "Are we paying for the booze or the entertainment?" "Both!" I got a beer and some chips and salsa, which by the way, the salsa was a great unexpected flavor, for some reason had me thinking there was vodka in it instead of tequila.

I found the skeeball machines and started playing. I was glad to be playing in this bar instead of Chuck E. Cheese because I knew I wouldn't be kicked out for being drunk and loud. "Ma'am, we're going to have to ask you to leave. You're scaring the children." I hate it when they "ma'am" me. 

Now my beer was drained and I needed water so I could drive myself home later. My over-excited bartender, Sheldon, helped me out with that. While I was waiting for the show and my water, I met Chris and Chris who are from out of town working in Dallas opening a new store at the mall. I told them about the rockstar karoke at Sherlock's Pub  and how fun it is. I thought since they were from out of town they'd like it. I challenged them to skeeball and then we got to talking. "Ok," I said (or the beer, I'm still not sure who said this) "This round will see who sings at karoke tomorrow at Sherlocks Pub."

I was doing so well the whole time...until this pressure was put on me...by me. I lost. Badly. By like 100,000 points. I told Blond Chris that he hustled me. "What? I haven't played this in forever!" I told Brunette Chris that I got hustled and he started laughing at me. He had been playing Tron during the "tournament". I got Blonde Chris' number and he texted me when I got home.

So, after class tonight, it looks like I'm going to be singing (howling is more like it since I can't carry a tune) a song of my new friends' choice. I told my singing friend, Jerrad about this and he's excited.

We'll see what happens.