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Its Magic! |
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Gregory Morris, 8/27/04 1:45:29 pm |
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Yesterday was strange. Not in a Salvidor Dali sorta way, just random. Randomness doesn't seem to happen much in my life these days, which is why I guess it suprises me so much when it does.
First of all, this was the first week of classes. It was fun, but busy. We still haven't heard from the person selling the house we are trying to buy, which adds a little bit of frustration to an already busy schedule.
Anyway, Darby, Beth and I decided to go out to dinner after work, and after arguing about where to go, we ended up at Pargo's. Not the Beanery, we eat there too much. Not Daikoku, Beth and Darby don't like sushi. Not fast food, too greasy. Not Italian, too heavy. Not BW3, Beth (strangely enough) doesn't like it. Pargo's.
We sit down and order drinks (Gin and Tonic for me, Margarita for Beth, Iced Tea for Darby.) Out of nowhere, a vaguely familiar guy, in a nice suit, and a Harley tie asks if I went to MHS. By the time it registers who it is, he introduces himself. Now I'm not going to name any names, but anyone who went to school with me would recognize him as the first semi-intelligent person in our class to end up in jail... and be partially at fault for other friend's legal troubles. Anyway...
So he tells us he is a professional magician. For some reason, this doesn't really suprise me. So he asks if we would mind if he did some tricks for us. Of course! Entertainment while we wait for our food! I must say, he was pretty good. Needs some work on the coin tricks, but his cards are pretty solid, although he needs to learn a few more fake-shuffles. In any event, I wouldn't play poker against him. Actually, he said he organizes and pit-bosses a lot of the local charity poker tournaments... pretty neat.
By the time he's done, Beth is on her way to being quite tipsey... 24oz margaritas will do that to you. So he finishes up, we talk about everything from stealing someone's watch to the MHS/UHS rivalry. Exchanged business cards. Darby tipped him, I might have, if I ever carried cash. Then he went on his merry way, to peddle his skills amongst the bustling Pargo's crowd.
Dinner comes. Dinner is eaten. Bill is paid, then we leave.
Darby was given the keys, since Beth was giggling uncontrollably, and mumbling something about how she didn't mean to get drunk. So what do you do in a situation like this? Why, shopping at Big Lots, of course.
Ah Randomness.
I had been meaning to show Beth some of their furniture, which honestly, as cheap as it is, isn't half bad. So we look at some pleather couches, sit on them, evaluate their coolness, and how well they match things. This takes about 2 minutes, after which I figured we'd leave. Nope. Darby needed a tiara, and they just happened to have some. Beth didn't need anything, but ended finding all kinds of crap to buy (everything from deep conditioner to chamomile eye stick, whatever-the-hell that is.) Darby found some dog treats, I got an electric razor... We finally had to drag Beth out before in a drunken stupor ended up buying everything shiney in the store.
Ah fun.
After our shopping spree, we added a Jason to the posse, and headed out to Cheat Lake. This is where the randomness died down.
We sat out on a dock, watching the cloudy night sky. The few stars we saw appeared in tiny holes in the clouds, and disappeared again just as fast. The lake, at nighttime, is smooth as glass, and the reflecting lights were perfect mirror images, only rippling when a fish jumped after a bug.
Ah Relaxation. |
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