Big Plans for the 4th!
Or not.
This weekend in retrospect was quite tantalizing at some points, while it fell flat in others.
Take saturday night, for instance. I went out to OCH, that's Oil Can Harry's for all you out-of-towners with dancing in mind. The nearby Rain was much too crowded, or they were just creating an artificial line for publicity. I show up and the party was in high effect, I ran into some friends, one a recently transplanted Ausitnite now living in Longview, TX. (a.k.a nowhere), the other a pHD student in Psychology at UT, and might I add hot?
Anyways, I found having a conversation in the middle of the throbbing club to be quite easy if you're willing to shout almost everything and ask for things to be repeated...repeatedly. Pranj, the pHD student and I talked about his current project at work, a hormonal study about personlaity and dominance in human males. He was surprised I wanted to talk shop with him, but as far as I'm concerened it was a much more interesting subject than what everyone was or wasn't wearing!
Miraj, the guy from Long View is a recent Master's student from UT who moved out to east Texas for a job to further his career. He spends most of his time scheming of ways to get out of east Texas. It's career-building that's keeping him there for the time being, and i respect that. i tried moving out to west Texas last year after receiving my bachelor's from UT in anthropology to work in television promotions and productions (of all things). Long story short, yeah long story short, I lasted about three months and emergnecy-ejected back to Austin to work for my alma mater. Miraj is basically doing the same thing and seems to be succeeding at it, besides his profession, mehanical engineering, probably pays much better than the $6.50/hr I was making in west Texas! You go Miraj!
Back to Saturday night. Well, I hit the dance floor completely sober and ended up going home with this hot drunk latino. More drunk than hot, or equal parts drunk and hot. Basically, my impulse was to fuck but it changed to just getting this guy home after we got to the cab. He kept complaining loudly about there being no A/C. Some friends of his that he came out with basically told him to shut up, and I made jokes to pass the time. One of his friends didn't seem to like my sense of humor...or my presence there very much, but I'm fairly good at tuning drunks out I guess. It turned out that this situation led to the most entertaining development of the evening, perhaps the entire weekend.
We get to their house and a drunken fistfight breaks out between said friend and the drunk latino...over nothing as far as a I could tell. I find out it was a little more than that a few minutes later when Abel, another soberite from that evening, explained the relationship between Anthony (drunk latino) and Frank (fistfighhter). I apparently stumbled into one of those jealous-friend-spurned-lover scenarios or something. I wasn't into the scene, but it was 3:00am and I was pretty much stranded on the nice side of riverside...which is a hair's width from the bad side of Riverside, so I stayed the night. My car was parked at the Capitol, and that would have been quite a walk.
I caught some Z's until 9am and slinked out, didn't leave my number. He was still passed out. If I see him again, it's a nod and a wink, little more.
So in retropsect, the most exciting thing that happened to me this holiday weekend was a fistfight in my honor!
What did I learn from this adventure?
1. Go for the ones who can hold their liquor.
2. It's easy to duck a drunken punch, epecially if they're not even aiming for you.
3. A sunday morning stroll from the East-side to West Campus is quite refreshing.
This weekend in retrospect was quite tantalizing at some points, while it fell flat in others.
Take saturday night, for instance. I went out to OCH, that's Oil Can Harry's for all you out-of-towners with dancing in mind. The nearby Rain was much too crowded, or they were just creating an artificial line for publicity. I show up and the party was in high effect, I ran into some friends, one a recently transplanted Ausitnite now living in Longview, TX. (a.k.a nowhere), the other a pHD student in Psychology at UT, and might I add hot?
Anyways, I found having a conversation in the middle of the throbbing club to be quite easy if you're willing to shout almost everything and ask for things to be repeated...repeatedly. Pranj, the pHD student and I talked about his current project at work, a hormonal study about personlaity and dominance in human males. He was surprised I wanted to talk shop with him, but as far as I'm concerened it was a much more interesting subject than what everyone was or wasn't wearing!
Miraj, the guy from Long View is a recent Master's student from UT who moved out to east Texas for a job to further his career. He spends most of his time scheming of ways to get out of east Texas. It's career-building that's keeping him there for the time being, and i respect that. i tried moving out to west Texas last year after receiving my bachelor's from UT in anthropology to work in television promotions and productions (of all things). Long story short, yeah long story short, I lasted about three months and emergnecy-ejected back to Austin to work for my alma mater. Miraj is basically doing the same thing and seems to be succeeding at it, besides his profession, mehanical engineering, probably pays much better than the $6.50/hr I was making in west Texas! You go Miraj!
Back to Saturday night. Well, I hit the dance floor completely sober and ended up going home with this hot drunk latino. More drunk than hot, or equal parts drunk and hot. Basically, my impulse was to fuck but it changed to just getting this guy home after we got to the cab. He kept complaining loudly about there being no A/C. Some friends of his that he came out with basically told him to shut up, and I made jokes to pass the time. One of his friends didn't seem to like my sense of humor...or my presence there very much, but I'm fairly good at tuning drunks out I guess. It turned out that this situation led to the most entertaining development of the evening, perhaps the entire weekend.
We get to their house and a drunken fistfight breaks out between said friend and the drunk latino...over nothing as far as a I could tell. I find out it was a little more than that a few minutes later when Abel, another soberite from that evening, explained the relationship between Anthony (drunk latino) and Frank (fistfighhter). I apparently stumbled into one of those jealous-friend-spurned-lover scenarios or something. I wasn't into the scene, but it was 3:00am and I was pretty much stranded on the nice side of riverside...which is a hair's width from the bad side of Riverside, so I stayed the night. My car was parked at the Capitol, and that would have been quite a walk.
I caught some Z's until 9am and slinked out, didn't leave my number. He was still passed out. If I see him again, it's a nod and a wink, little more.
So in retropsect, the most exciting thing that happened to me this holiday weekend was a fistfight in my honor!
What did I learn from this adventure?
1. Go for the ones who can hold their liquor.
2. It's easy to duck a drunken punch, epecially if they're not even aiming for you.
3. A sunday morning stroll from the East-side to West Campus is quite refreshing.
posted by Brandon at 5:15 PM
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