Coffee. Love. Friends. Life.

3/6/12

In the middle of a sleet storm…

This is what you’ll find at Red’s.

Sexy.

My camera doesn’t pick up how hairy his legs were.

Probably how he could survive in the snow in that get up.

I want me some shorty shorts.

Racks, Beers, and Surprises.

As I mentioned the other day, I finally went out in Fall River. For the first time.
I mentioned to all my friends that I wanted to play pool. I heard at resounding Straight Shooters to my inquiring. Come to find out, it’s a pool hall. Fun. I’ve already been to Willaby’s in Swansea- literally right down the road from me, so I was up to trying something new. The advice that sticks with me is, remember to bring your hand sanitizer! For real folks.

Met up with my friends D&J for some pre-pool fun, then headed down.

Roll J ROLL!!! Priceless.

Approaching the place, all I saw was gangstas and a very shady entry way. Made sure not to touch anything. *shiver* You walk up three flights of stairs that smelled oddly like febreeze covering up piss and enter a little walkway full of cues. One being a Scarface one, which was pretty fucking sweet.

You only have to pay seven dollars to play all night. Not bad I said to myself, as I browsed the lacking selection off beer. I was stoked to see they had blue moon- since I’ve sworn off the Bud Light, for I don’t know, years. No oranges though. No shots, no liquor anywhere in sight. Damn.
In the end, I am grateful, since I did not eat all day. Shannon and her boyfriend ended up showing, so we had a good group of people. It was nice. All over 21 too. Yay! How sad is that last statement? *facepalm*
Here is the saddest news of it all- I only played two games of pool. Two frickin games, and I was there 3 hours. My friend D pulled me away to some chess. (which I lost both games of, damn again.)

So there is my rackage and beers. Wondering what the surprise was?
About a week ago, WHF (I am revisiting this, don’t even want to type his name) asked me what I was doing the following weekend. I mentioned that I was going out to play pool. He told me that he may stop by. Stop by? Got that. Which means… say hello, shoot a game of pool, and bounce, yo. Not what happened. At all. I need to remind you readers, before I keep going… I am way too nice.
I got a phone call from him at like 9. Asking me if I would like to meet him at the Swansea mall for a late dinner. Nope. Sorry bro- PLAYING POOL. He then recants and says he’s going to come on over. Whatever, I was feeling good.
He picks the most inopportune time to show up. All my friends and I waiting outside for our… delivery. Yes, that’s what I’ll call it.
Scene: Trinity surrounded by all her friends that H-A-T-E what’s his face. Trinity is trying to be friend’s with him. Trying. J gives me the evil eye I, with the question WTF in her eyes. D looks at me like I have five heads… Shannon is all like Yea girl, you get it, where you can. Hit that shit.

We end up not going back in, and head over to D&J’s place to smoke. He follows because now I’m his ride home from this whole ordeal. Awesome. I’m on the highway to fuckedupville and he wants to go back to his place. I wish I could write how awkward it was- considering he never met ANY of my friends. Me trying to act ~~cavalier (is that even the right word?!… nope.)~~ nonchalant, because I do care too much and my friends being uber quiet, since I know that they don’t want him around. Fuck me. You see, I didn’t even bring my own car. Because I was going to get fucked up- not drive my ass for a booty call. Fuuuuck. Not that I didn’t have a good time, though I made it as awkward for him as I could, which fucked me in the end. Whoops. Meh. I was drunk.
Then here is where Trinity made a stupid decision- I drove to his house after a shot of 151 and vodka. Did I mention my contacts were drying out and I was on the verge of passing out?!
Stupid stupid stupid.
Did I have fun the rest of the night? Of course I did. But it is definitely not where I saw my night going.

Chippa-whaaa?

America runs on Dunkin’ right?! Well at least Massachusetts does. No frickin lie.
Not only do they have Dunkin Donuts though, they have a myriad of coffee houses in my general area. This is still new to me, considering where I’m from people think Kwik Trip is the best coffee producer EVER.

So as I was taking a drive with my cousin the other day, he mentioned to me that I need to get out of my Dunkin Donuts rut. There is so much to explore! Especially if you love coffee as much as I do and don’t want to pay $5 for a frappalappachinnolattee.
There is MegaDonuts, Sip ‘n Dip, Mirasol’s Café, and countless others. Funny thing is I actually went to a place without even realize it was on my list to try.

Mirasol’s Café.

The drink that they are renowned for is the Chippi.

Super-charged and Super Sexy.

That’s what it says. Never thought coffee could be considered sexy, but there it is. A super sexy iced “coffee”.
Quotes you ask? Well it tastes more like coffee ice cream mixed with coffee milk, so for all of you that don’t really enjoy coffee this would be good for you. The other upside of this drink is it packs a mean punch. More caffeine than plain old coffee, more like an energy drink. I didn’t even finish it.
At $4.50 for a medium I’d say it’s worth it. But your stomach might say otherwise.
It gets a whopping 4 out of 5 stars.

I will definitely going back, not just for the wonderful chippi… but for the ambiance. It’s definitely some place where I would want to take my laptop, drink my coffee, and eat one of their wonderful spinach and feta filled croissants. Oh yesss. Nom.

My next adventure will be to MegaDonuts… to try out their Mocha Madness.
I’ll be doused in chocolate. No? Well I’m hoping so. A girl can dream.