There is a reason for all of this.
This because of what happened last night. We spent six hours at this restaurant. Six hours is a long time, and it was one of the best experiences of my life.
Setting: Round The Clock, a 24-hour restaurant.
Characters: Anastasia, that's me; Andrea, my pseudo-sister and best-friend-who-I'm-not-fucking; Nick, the waiter; Brad, the manager and DILF; Jose and Rob, the drunk vegetarians; Jason and Jim AKA Jay and silent Bob, the two boys we've met at said restaurant before; and an assorted cast of drunks and teenagers.
We arrived at midnight, because being lame kids from the south-eastern-most suburbs of Chicago that's really all we do. There was a new waiter named Nick who looked like an average guy, but turned out to be a history major who loves Kerouac and obscure movies )which he called "flicks"). He is an excellent waiter. Andrea snapped at him and he came running because he thought it was funny, he called me "darlin" when replenishing my hot water for tea, and he eventually gave Andrea a Camel Light cigarette.
An hour or so into the night two drunk vegetarian men sat down at our table and hung on us for a while. Jose (one of them who claimed to be vegan) gave Andrea three Newports (which, although they are menthol cigarettes they still taste better than Basics, the cigarettes we had been smoking. We are poor, and sometimes have to steal cigarettes from Andrea's mother.), including one that he just left on the table. When they left we heaved sighs of relief.
The next several hours were spent conversing with Jim and Jason. Who knew they liked indie rock? More importantly, who knew they played it? After the rest of the pack of Basics, several Marlboros (they were in a bronze-ish box, I don't know what kind they were), and the Camel Light from Nick, we went outside. Jim played a CD with music from their band, The Union Forever, and then took out an acoustic guitar. He plays all of this folk.
This progressed into some sort of sing-along acoustic show in the parking lot, and several teenagers stood outside and listened. At about 5 AM a van full of drunk men showed up, and one attempted to play the guitar. Direct quote: "I used to know this song when I was sober!" the teenagers left at about 5:30, and the drunk men left around 5:45.
Then it started raining. No, pouring. Like crazy. Jim, Jason, Andrea and I went inside. We played that classic children's car ride game 'A my name is Andrea, My husband's name is Al, We come from Alabama, and we sell apples" with Brad. We made it through the entire alphabet.
At 6AM we left. on the way home, we realized that Andrea's mother might be awake. She wasn't.
It was one of the best nights of my life, and even though this is just a rough outline it is sufficient.
Setting: Round The Clock, a 24-hour restaurant.
Characters: Anastasia, that's me; Andrea, my pseudo-sister and best-friend-who-I'm-not-fucking; Nick, the waiter; Brad, the manager and DILF; Jose and Rob, the drunk vegetarians; Jason and Jim AKA Jay and silent Bob, the two boys we've met at said restaurant before; and an assorted cast of drunks and teenagers.
We arrived at midnight, because being lame kids from the south-eastern-most suburbs of Chicago that's really all we do. There was a new waiter named Nick who looked like an average guy, but turned out to be a history major who loves Kerouac and obscure movies )which he called "flicks"). He is an excellent waiter. Andrea snapped at him and he came running because he thought it was funny, he called me "darlin" when replenishing my hot water for tea, and he eventually gave Andrea a Camel Light cigarette.
An hour or so into the night two drunk vegetarian men sat down at our table and hung on us for a while. Jose (one of them who claimed to be vegan) gave Andrea three Newports (which, although they are menthol cigarettes they still taste better than Basics, the cigarettes we had been smoking. We are poor, and sometimes have to steal cigarettes from Andrea's mother.), including one that he just left on the table. When they left we heaved sighs of relief.
The next several hours were spent conversing with Jim and Jason. Who knew they liked indie rock? More importantly, who knew they played it? After the rest of the pack of Basics, several Marlboros (they were in a bronze-ish box, I don't know what kind they were), and the Camel Light from Nick, we went outside. Jim played a CD with music from their band, The Union Forever, and then took out an acoustic guitar. He plays all of this folk.
This progressed into some sort of sing-along acoustic show in the parking lot, and several teenagers stood outside and listened. At about 5 AM a van full of drunk men showed up, and one attempted to play the guitar. Direct quote: "I used to know this song when I was sober!" the teenagers left at about 5:30, and the drunk men left around 5:45.
Then it started raining. No, pouring. Like crazy. Jim, Jason, Andrea and I went inside. We played that classic children's car ride game 'A my name is Andrea, My husband's name is Al, We come from Alabama, and we sell apples" with Brad. We made it through the entire alphabet.
At 6AM we left. on the way home, we realized that Andrea's mother might be awake. She wasn't.
It was one of the best nights of my life, and even though this is just a rough outline it is sufficient.
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