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.
3/6/12
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.
3/3/12
Rawr.
That’s my reaction to the new Chevelle and Korn CD’s.
\m/
Yes I still buy CDs and yes I’m still rockin’ with Chevelle.
Which reminds me.
They are in the area this month.
Must get tickets.
Photo Drop
Miss my sister! <3
The Fam… minus the d-bag in the middle.
At Lambeau field. What a… boring day.
My cousin, whom I miss dearly.
And the new little cousin growing in her tummy. <3
Going out.
So, honestly now, I may stay out late on a regular basis- but it’s been a long time since I’ve gone out out. I miss the days of playing pool with my sister and Hawk at the local dive bar. It became like a second home. A place where I can get my pool on and jam to some tunes while drinking my beer. Since my home is a lot like like my mothers house (ie no drinking, smoking, or merry making which isn’t G rated) I tend to keep my outings pretty low key, since I don’t want to come stumbling in the door at 2 am.
But not this weekend. Today is Saturday, and I’m going hard. Well not TOO hard, but I have found some people to finally go out with me and play some pool. Since I’m not from around here, I have had to ask people on their opinions on where the best places to go are. I have only found out sad news. The two pool halls around here are full of crack heads and drunks. Like legit crack heads. Fall River (or Troy City back in the old days) isn’t exactly the safest city in the world. I love the driving and ambiance- but it really is kind of crappy. Anywho- I am going to give this place, Straight Shooters, a chance tonight. I could really care less who’s there as long as I have my pitcher of beer and friends and a pool stick in my hands.
I’ll be updating later about my adventure. Wish me luck.
Friends = Family.
I have made a couple of new friends. It took a while, but I have done it.
Jaime, the 19 year old coworker. She was the first person out here to say she wanted to be my friend. She’s funny. Her family is really nice- and non judgmental, which I love since my family is full of it. That’s where I found another friend. Her brother’s girlfriend, Alysha. Sweet sweet girl. The only downfall to these two ladies- they are Jersey Shore addicts. I don’t think I’ve talked about how much I hate that show because I think it’s garbage. Addictive but still shit. Horrible. Herpes infested people over the age working on the Jersey Shore, partying every night and spreading the “love” around. *shiver* They are just a different kind of people.
Then there is Dan. A fellow DD worker. Met him working one morning- seemed funny. A great debater. Him and I go at it, especially regarding religion. I told him that’s off limits because it just starts too much shit, but for some reason when I’m around he brings it up. Besides that- great guy, and his girlfriend Jen has good friend written all over her. She works at DD too. She’s very reminiscent of me and my bestie Nicole. If you were to put me and nic in the blender and added Iranian to the mix, you would have Jen. We are still in the beginning of the friendship (as I sit here staring at her work. Creepin’.) I met her the night that the Man/Dude/Whore broke up with me. (I will get back to this) I’ll admit- she met me when I was LIT. Oh man. Ridiculous I was. She gave me some awesome advice over breakfast the next morning. For every month you were with him, you have that many days. So you have THREE days to get over it. It worked. Until of course-
In family news- my aunt went to Israel for the last week, leaving the feeding of the cats to her sister aka my fairy Godmother and my cousin’s wife- the mother of the most adorable two year old ever. Normally this wouldn’t be a problem but the day they left, to go overseas, the cat sitters realize that neither of them have a key, and there is no spare hidden under some rock. Commence the freaking out. Long story short, my Godmother goes to the Police station and asks them outright to help her break in to my aunt’s house. Admitting that she is about to commit a crime, over a recorded line. *face palm* She was hysterical. I wish I could have recorded her telling her the story. I died with laughter. Come to find out- she took a rock, screwdriver, fist, and a hammer to a window pane and it WOULD NOT BREAK. Add in that she’s doing this in the early morning hours- drawing many people to come out of their homes, and oddly stare at her. She finally gives in and calls the locksmith. With a tiny metal stick they pop open the front door. Two seconds. $120 later, the cats are fed and they are back to hating her. That’s not the end of it- my cousin’s wife just called to inform me- my aunt and uncle are back. Guess what? They are locked out of their house!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *insert crazy laughter*
Later lovelies!
*muah*
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