Old Drunks

Today, I did laundry. More notably, I went to a women's basketball game. My ladies lost to Texas Tech by nearly 50 points. It was brutal. But my friends and I, we had a good time. Beforehand, a few of us went to dinner at a place called "The Sink" on what is called "The Hill" (just east of campus).

There, they partook in food, I partook in Arwen's fries (they weren't all that good to her, but I enjoyed them thoroughly, and would go back for more) - I am "po'" at the moment, and so won't be purchasing much for the next few weeks. Anyway, the reason I'm mentioning all this, aside from giving you a running chronicle of my life, which I know, is terribly interesting.. the service was horrendous, but more, there were a bunch of older folk (about 15) eating at a table a few feet away from us, and they were the loudest people in there. In a college eatery!! Astounding, I'd bet most of the loud people were drunk (and that it was only a few) but jeez.

Went back to Arwen & Mari's (they're roommates) and played some Xbox with Arwen, assisted Mari in making cookies and ate my share of them. Also enjoyed a Bacardi Silver: Raz, which was pretty good - and I don't care if I consume what are deemed as "girly" drinks. If it tastes good, I'll drink it. Why drink something that tastes awful? Especially if you're not having enough for alcohol's effects to take place. Simply in the case of liquid refreshment. A tasty beverage is that for which I am looking (yay for not ending sentences on a preposition). . . Preposition is not a preposition, so booyah!

I think I'm going to read and then hit the sack. I'm supposed to help Hannah move in to her place tomorrow. Moving.. how fun. Maybe she'll feed me though. Right on!