Sunday, December 7

Things I Remember, 24 hour version

  • Yesterday while I was walking home, these two guys in a pickup truck who had just gone through the drive-thru of Taco Bell drove quickly past me and down Sacremento, and the passengertard yelled out the window, "Where'd you get that shit, Men's Warehouse? HAHA!"
  • While at the main library downtown, a kid told his mom he wanted to get a bunch of books there and give them to people as Christmas presents. Then she set him straight on the library biz.
  • Some old guy outside the library asked if my coat was British or American. I said probably American because it had eagles on the buttons and was manufactured in South Jersey. He said there's a whole society of people who wear and collect authentic WWII coats and things and that mine might be worth money if it's in good condition, which it is, besides the fact that I moved some buttons around and resewed them.
  • Some chess enthusiasts were having a mini-tournament at Coffee Time and this one dork did a Count Chocula impression the whole time.
  • I was at Cinema 21 around midnight because I thought there was a party either there or across the street at the bar. I thought I saw Seth walking down the sidewalk toward me, but it was just this crazy old homeless guy who was dressed like Seth and looked like him. Or maybe it was him doing a crazy old homeless guy impression. Then I went across the street and tried to buy a hot dog from two middle-aged punk rock girls, but they were three dollars and I only had two. There was a homeless guy pretending to shoot an air-machine-gun at the hot dog ladies. I then went to the bar that I thought the party might be at, but it turned out to be a gay karaoke bar and there were two guys rubbing against each other and singing some song, so I asked the doorman if the shoe party was there and he said no. Maybe that was the party last night. I guess tonight was the Auteur party or something, I'm all mixed up.

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