Coffee Table Declarations
Tuesday, July 08, 2003
My roommate had house guests visiting for the weekend. They were two girls and a guy who was introduced to me only as "Chicken". They drove for 7 hours and arrived at 2am on Friday, at which point they commenced drinking. They went to a local bar Friday night, and being from a very small town, they humorously enough thought that it was the best bar ever.
When I got home on Saturday people were lying on beds and couchs, moaning in pain. I felt like I was living in a college dorm again. I engaged in some polite small talk with Chicken as he cracked open his first beer of the day. This amazed me because I truly can't stand the taste of beer at any time of the day, let alone noon.
Somehow this ambitious bunch managed to drag themselves out the door for some sightseeing and ended up spending the night at a hotel. My apartment looked like the aftermath of a natural disaster. I heard later that our visitors never quite managed to recover enough to properly enjoy the sights of our fine city. Except for Chicken, a self proclaimed drinking expert, who embarked on a solo tour of the bars on Saturday evening and allegedly had a great time.
When I got home on Saturday people were lying on beds and couchs, moaning in pain. I felt like I was living in a college dorm again. I engaged in some polite small talk with Chicken as he cracked open his first beer of the day. This amazed me because I truly can't stand the taste of beer at any time of the day, let alone noon.
Somehow this ambitious bunch managed to drag themselves out the door for some sightseeing and ended up spending the night at a hotel. My apartment looked like the aftermath of a natural disaster. I heard later that our visitors never quite managed to recover enough to properly enjoy the sights of our fine city. Except for Chicken, a self proclaimed drinking expert, who embarked on a solo tour of the bars on Saturday evening and allegedly had a great time.
