What a weekend!

What a weekend. This weekend was a lot of fun, at least for me, it was. Friday was a fairly heavy workload for us here. We usually don’t get that much “business” in a single day. But, me and Biz were able to get all of it done in time for me to get out of here early. (Normal time for him.) And we headed over to the PX, me, just to see what was there. Biz went because, well, I really don’t know why he went, maybe he was bored. Anyway, after that we stopped by BK to get a little bit of food and then headed home to get ready for that night. I got to his house at about 7:30 PM and NB showed up around a half hour later. They drank a little and we watched a DVD. It was one that Biz picked up for NB, John Cena of the WWE. OMG, it really sucked. Of course, I can’t stand wrestling to begin with, and this thing just made my opinion of it even worse. It did have a few funny parts to it, but those, in my opinion, are the only thing that kept me from going up to the roof and jumping off. Not to mention the way that NB was reacting to it, that was pretty entertaining in and of itself.

We headed out to the Crew at about 10:00 and showed our faces there about 20 minutes later. The place was practically dead. There were maybe 12 people, a very light crowd for that time on a Friday night. We get our drinks and make the rounds with the people there we do know. After a little while, more people started showing up. (To be honest, Friday night is kind of a blur. But no matter what Biz says, he didn’t get a pic of me dancing. That sort of thing just doesn’t happen. It was an imposter, I tell you!) Biz played a couple of games of pool; I think I was his partner, not too sure. The girl I talked to last week, showed up with one of the Air Force contractors, her friend from last week, and a Korean NCO. We talked a little bit, but that was about it. She sure looked bored over there though. Too bad for her. Anyway, Snuff was back and decided that everyone needed a shot of Tequila. (The wife of a friend of mine, a Thai, said that she needed two.) Biz refused to have one. Turned out to be a good thing. I felt it when it started to kick in. Somewhere after this Biz and NB left for the Bubble and then came back about an hour later. Not much happened while they were gone, and shortly after they got back, Biz took her to a cab. A little later we went to this one bar, I think it was called Julliard’s. (Not too sure.) The place was boring. So we had a drink, Biz got some JD banner thingy, and we left.

We go back to the Crew, and Jay wants to go to the Bubble. I think, “Ok, sure.” When we get there, I notice that me and Biz are the only non-Koreans in the place. Which is cool, I hate being around GIs anyway. I get my preferred drink, a screwdriver, and look around to see what’s going on. Jay decides that I need another shot of Tequila and gets me one. Tell, you what, I can handle one shot in a night, (Tequila DOES NOT like me.) but, two is really pushing it. So I down the shot, hey, I can’t be rude can I? And I start to feel it disagreeing with me. And I just stand there for a little bit munching on some popcorn. If it hadn’t of been for the popcorn, I would have wasted quite a bit of alcohol, and that would have been a sad state of affairs. After my stomach decided it liked where it was at and no longer wanted to go someplace else, Jay drug me out to the dance floor. And contrary to what you may have heard, I was not dancing. What I was doing could not be called dancing anywhere in the world. Luckily I saw Biz, and more importantly, saw his camera, with enough time to not embarrass myself on the net. And it comes time to leave, neither me or Biz are really feeling it. And where do we go? You guessed it, back to the Crew. But, they were getting ready to close, so we called it a night and went home.

The next night I head over to Biz’s place. When I get there and hit the bell is when he wakes up. That boy can sleep. We BSed for a few and I head downtown. I get to our regular spot and again, there weren’t that many people. (Kind of makes you wonder what else was going on.) At least there weren’t until later. There was a group of older people there that I recognized from when I was playing in the tourney last week. (Yep, from the night I wanted to fight.) And they invite me over and wanted to know my name so they could stop calling me White Boy. (The nickname from last week that got under my skin. Don’t know why, because it is true.) Well, we hit it off pretty good. We’re having a good time talking and listening to their song list. (A bunch of ‘60s and early ‘70s rock. Which I also enjoy listening to.) And this fairly (Well, not fairly exactly, he’s huge.) heavyset guy double clicks and erases the whole list. Oh, well, at least he could have picked better music to play. (Can’t stand rap or R&B.) So I wait for him to leave and go put on a bunch of the music we were listening to before back on. About 20 songs worth. After I sit back down and we are waiting for my list to come up, this same guy goes back over to pick songs. I watch him start to put music in the play list ahead of mine so I go up to him and tell him that that is rude. After all, other people, like me, would like to hear the music we put up too. He apologized and said that he wouldn’t alter the order. The guys I was talking to like the list enough that they decided to give me another nickname, Music Man. (Sorry, but I think that one is a little embarrassing.) And after the play list was over, the big guy came over and complemented me for it. Not too bad considering the type of music he was selecting.

A little later, more people started showing up, including some of the GIs I work with for the pool tourney. (I forget who won. I wasn’t too interested since I wasn’t in it.) Everyone there is having a pretty good time and it’s a really relaxed night. It gets time for the GIs to start heading home if they don’t want to bust curfew, so they start heading out. Of course I stay, because some of my other friends started showing up. (The teachers that normally hang out there don’t like being around GIs so they wait till its time for them to leave before coming.) One of my friends, a Canadian kid (From here on out he shall be known as Kid. And so it shall be done.) has been having girl trouble. Not that he can’t get one, just that he doesn’t want the one he does have. He hooked up with her right after his last one left to go back to…uh… back to wherever she was from. And he didn’t want to break up with her for another three weeks because she works with him. Made no sense to me. And meanwhile, there was a girl there (A very good looking girl, too.) that wanted to hook up with him. Anyway, we talk and, I think, get it settled that he’s going to punch off the current one today. (Hope he really does. You’ll see why.) The girl at the bar takes him to the downstairs area and they talk for about an hour. Kid comes back up and we start talking again. It gets to around 3:30 AM and me, Kid and another girl are now all talking about his predicament. I’m sitting where I can see the top of the stairs coming into the bar. And in come some MPs! (Let me tell you, they are almost never out this late, and rarely come into Mama’s bar. And when they do, Mama knows and tells all of the GIs so we can leave.) Luckily, I didn’t panic, but I did lose my buzz, real fast. Kid starts talking about how I’m military, and I tell him not to mention that right now. And I bring up the conversation back to where we were before the MPs showed up. They walk over to the bar, and then, RIGHT BEHIND ME towards the pool table. And meanwhile, I can feel my heart POUNDING in my chest, but outside, I’m perfectly calm. Just like I didn’t care they were there, like I belonged there. They watch the pool game going on for a few minutes. (I know cause I was watching them in the mirrors.) Look around, and then head out the way they came. I got really nervous when they started heading back until they passed me again. Then they went down the stairs, not to return. I let out a big sigh of relief and laid my head down on the table to let my pulse slow down. Then I turned around to Mama and asked if she knew that they were coming. She sees me, and you should have seen the look on her face. She was completely surprised. She didn’t even know I was still there! But, she hadn’t known they were coming.

Anyway, after becoming completely sober in about two seconds, I didn’t want to drink anymore, but I still had an hour and a half to kill. So, me and Kid talked a little bit more and decide its time to leave. He left a few before I did and I caught him in the street. We start heading out towards the cabs. And the girl he wants came out with a friend of hers and calls him. So we stop and wait for them. These two must really have wanted to talk to him, because they left their jackets inside. So, Kid, wanting to get in good with this girl, gives her his jacket. And then he says its not all that cold out. (Damn Canadians and their twisted sense of comfortable temperatures. LOL) The other girl, I think she’s Mexican, she’s at least a Californian like me, says something about the cold. Great. So I say “That makes me feel like a dick.” And I give her my jacket. OMG, its freezing! She puts her arm around me so I can sort of share the jacket with her. Meanwhile, Kid and his future girl a whispering in each other’s ear. The girl I’m sharing my jacket with says, “I don’t know you but…” And starts kissing me on the neck. (One of the bad places to do that.) I try to move away, and she moves with me. So I tell her, “We do know each other.” Thinking that she would stop, but no. She says “In that case..” And gets a little more forceful. (I know that this sounds like it could be a pretty good thing, but let me explain a little more. She’s a heavyset girl. Not real fat, but overweight. And if I hadn’t have sobered up, I probably would have done something that I might have regretted later. Yes, I said might, you never do know. Anyway, I’ll shut up now before Biz lays into me about this. Even though he will anyway.) I’m trying to get Kid’s attention so that I can get this girl off of me, but he’s not having any of that. After all, he has what he wants right there. And still, this girl won’t let me go, I was starting to get annoyed when Kid takes back his jacket and says goodbye. (Oh thank God!) I get my jacket back, and we resume heading for the cabs. I get the first one I see, wish him luck, and head home.

Sunday was just a normal day. All I did was some laundry and play on my laptop. (Yep, its still working. *Fingers crossed*) And this morning it was freezing. 23 degrees, can you believe that? Last week, we didn’t get below 40 until Friday. And my Platoon Sergeant wants us to go out and do a 4 mile run. The boy is missing a few sandwiches, if you know what I mean. And then, he gets a little upset because we really weren’t motivated. Gee, I wonder why! But, it was interesting trying to cool down and warm up at the same time. And that’s about all I have for now.

I’ll see ya’ll later.