86ing rehearsal

Dudes and ladies:

As usual, I don’t have much time, but I have this sick compulsion to document regardless, so here it is!

Tuesday night, we have a very small FightKnitting Club with me, Jumi, and Cin. We made our usual visit to Town Talk, where we were joined by Kayepants. On Wednesday, I unexcitedly returned to work, which was thankfully quiet all week. Um, the two days of the week I was there, at least. Matt and I had dinner at Bryant-Lake Bowl, and then went and peered longingly into the windows of our future favorite place on earth. Don’t tell Town Talk.

Our first broomball game of the season was cancelled on Thursday due to WARM WEATHER, DAMMIT. Instead, we went to Keegan’s for two rounds of pub quiz: Matt and I tied for first place in the 6:30 quiz, then won the second round with Kaye’s assistance. We got us some free drink tickets, entries in the drawing for a free trip, and the admiration and respect of our peers. Well, maybe not that last part, but still! Afterward, the six of us journeyed over to Nye’s for white Russians and to pack into the photo booth, and then we headed to the Otter for karaoke. Kaye spent the night playing naked lady picture hunt, Bill, Matt, and Cindi sang, we licked the Otter more than we probably should have, I tried to get Cindi together with a dude from Macon named Sidney, and then we all gathered up front for a group effort at Don’t Stop Believin’. I do not intend to sing karaoke ever again, because humanity should really not be subjected to such things, even when drunk. Oh, and then we went to Little T’s, where the somewhat-altered server told us a disjointed story about the midget pimp. I’m still sort of confused by it.

I had pre-called in sick Friday for a few reasons, one of which is the fact that I am kind of sick. I have, like, 25% of a cold: I’ve had a little bit of a sore throat, a slightly scratchy voice, and a few sniffles. Today’s the first time I’ve actually even noticed it, mostly because I’m sneezing 50 times an hour. As far as colds go, it could be much worse, and it’ll probably be gone soon. Anyway, on Friday we went shopping, and due to the miracle of Dodgeball, ended up getting together with Wendy and Bill for lunch at Matt’s Bar. Unsuprisingly, we were all very slow-moving, although part of that was the crappy weather.

In the evening, Cindi, Jumi, Wendy and I dined at Town Talk, and expressed our desire to get 86’d for the rest of the year. Aaron resisted because he wanted us to come back again tonight; Tim refused unless we actually did something bad to get kicked out. But things have a way of magically working out, and in this case, it was all thanks to Cindi’s boobs.

Apparently the dudes there had been giving the head chef (also one of the co-owners) shit about being a celebrity, and thought, hey, wouldn’t it be great if some girl asked him to autograph her boobs? Well, there it was. Cindi pulled out her orange sharpie and they called him over. I’m pretty sure it was their staff’s best day ever. We left cheering right afterwards, with Nick, Aaron, and Peter all yelling at us: “Thank you!!! See you soon!! NOW GET THE HELL OUT AND DON’T COME BACK!!!”

Man, I love being 86’d. Next time maybe it’ll be for real.

We went down to the 90s to get our dance on, and, holy shit, did we succeed. We found Nathan from Town Talk dancing in the retro bar; he hugged and kissed all of us, then got up on stage to shake it. A few minutes later, Mickey came on, and a girl came up and grabbed me from behind while I was jumping around to it. She yelled, ‘hey, my name is Nicki!!’ like it was some kind of sign. She and her friend spent the rest of the night following us around and trying to grind up on us with varying degrees of success. During a break, Wendy and I went to sit on the couch and they followed; they told us they had come up from Mankato for the Holidazzle parade, and were there just for the night. Oh man.

The annex was its usual self: a dude came up and tried to dance with me the second I got on the floor, but I escaped easily. Jumi and I quit dancing to go get our coats around 1:45; we were sitting on the back of the couch watching the Mankato girls grinding on Wendy and making out with some other girl when another guy came and sat down right next to me, pressing his leg against mine in a way that made me vomit in my mouth a little. I slid over next to Jumi and we put our arms around each other, so he got up and left. Have I mentioned that my friends rule?

Today I have run pre-party errands and cleaned my house so that it will be all nice and sparkly for the New Year. I don’t expect to be here much between now and then, what with hockey and such tonight, and the panty raid/topless pillow fight tomorrow night. But before I go, I will leave you with one final message, in a post to follow. Happy New Year’s, everybody!

Jenni