Beer and Biscuits

Yesterday kinda sucked. At least, for me it did. It was Cinco de Mayo, a day for celebration, debauchery, and of course, tequila. I experienced none of the above.

It started off with a long work shift at Aeropostale, where I worked my ass off all day, only to find out that the paycheck I had been waiting for was only 58 dollars. Fucking lame. They hardly give me any shifts there, I'm not certain if I'll be coming back next semester, unless I'm sure they'll be giving me better hours.

Then, after an hour long bus ride back to campus (which is only ten minutes away), I met up with Steve and James and hung out with them for a little while. We all decided we would go to the big Beer and Biscuits party, which meant I needed money for the taxi and the cover charge. I really wanted to go out and have a good time, so I took some money off my credit card, which wasn't very smart considering I'm really starting to get over my head with the amount of money I've taken from it. Anyway, we rode all the way to the party, and I realize I had left my hat in the taxi, which sucked big time. That's the second hat I had lost this semester, the first at a gas station on the way back from a Rocky Horror Picture show. I put my sour attitude aside though, because the party was looking pretty good. We met up with Katie and her cousin, and went upstairs. There were live bands, fresh biscuits, and fried chicken. Unfortunately, there were so many people there that we literally had to wait a half hour+ for the new batch to come out. The result was a feeding frenzy of drunk college kids taking tearing away at the tin container of chicken. The act was frighteningly reminiscent of vultures feasting in the wild. To our dismay, the party ran out of beer moments after we got there. How Mr. Reed expected only 4 kegs to provide ample alcohol for an expected 300 party-goers I'll never understand.

When I was a wee lad, my father taught me to always be conscious of my surrounding environment. While on the line for more chicken, I overheard someone whisper to the party host that the cops were outside. I immediately left the line, found my friends, and got us the hell out of there. We were outside before the crowd of fleeing students, and managed to grab the first taxi we saw waiting. Moments later we heard over the intercom that the party was busted and there was a mob of kids waiting for taxis.

When we arrived back on campus, everyone was in a foul mood. The twins were whining, Steve and James were in an argument, and I was upset over my hat. Fortunately, the driver had given us his business card in case we needed a ride after the party. I called him and he found the hat in his car, and brought it back to campus for me! Granted, he had to come back to campus to pick up more kids anyway but still it was awesome that I managed to get my hat back.

Upset that everyone was in a bad mood and that I wasted eleven dollars, I started walking around campus. Sean was busy studying, so I headed over to late nite with the intention of watching whatever was left of the zombie film marathon. Steve called me before I got comfortable though, and managed to convince me to go out to the Hookah bar, in a last ditch effort to salvage the night. It was a pretty decent time. It was my first visit to Cafe Oasis, and I found it to be alarmingly relaxing. The African decor, comfy furniture, and mood lighting created a really cool environment. The whole situation just screamed "college". Unfortunately, when we left, I also left my book, in which I used my newly acquired paycheck as a bookmark. So now, all I can do is hope that when Cafe Oasis reopens on Tuesday night, some kind worker will have put my book and paycheck aside so that I can claim it upon my return.

Long story short: yesterday sucked.