general Friday night

I was going to edit this, but instead I’m going to just copy it verbatim from my moleskine notebook, where I wrote it drunk on a subway platform Friday night.

Before I do, though, here is one other thing I wrote down in said notebook a few weeks ago and never transcribed.

Baja Fresh has this salad called Chipotle something. It comes with a flauta (fried stuffed tortilla) and grilled pineapple (which I love) and lots of other non-salad type stuff. It has chicken on it. It’s awesome. It has this dressing they call “tangy chipotle vinaigrette.” This is the finest salad dressing ever. I wish I could find it in a store. Someone find me tangy chipotle vinaigrette.

Anyway, on to Friday night. Excuse drunken ramblings.

Went to Teq. Grill w/ Chris & Joe. Last week (Fri) went w/ Joe alone. Today is Fri Apr 8. We had 2 pitchers of margaritas (plus Chris & I had 2 glasses before Joe got there as he was delayed because he had to retrieve the Rosses-Larson’s car for them). We were fairly toasted. Still am, but better. Was kind of feeling the thing for Joe, last week & this. It was weird. But

Okay, you know what, you can’t read this part.

but I know it’d be a huge shitstorm. Elizabeth & I don’t really talk much now but she made it pretty clear that being with him ≠ fun all the time. So whatever.

We walked back to Chris’s place so he could change for a party he was going to, & I went along to pee. His roommate Paul & Paul’s friend (?) were watching “Soap.” I was declared “a genius” for immediately recognizing it. Benson was on the screen—not a tough call. Later I said it was a real early episode, as Eunice & Corinne were real young, & I think that may have moved me from genius to weird.

Chris showered & walked me to Metro. On the way I heard a guy on the phone saying, “I’m just on my way to Kyle’s, gonna down a six-pack.” (pause) “He’s at 16th and R. You wanna come over?” It was funny in context. Was obviously a pre-outing outing being planned. [ed.: It was only about 10 pm.]

At the bar I told C&J the following joke:

A man’s sitting on a TWA flight, and the stewardess comes down the aisle with a tray of coffee. She asks, “Would you like some of our TWA coffee?” He responds, “No, but I’d sure like some of your TWA tea.”

… and Chris said he’d be telling that tonight. I also told other jokes, like the one about the duck (which is ruined by inflation) and the one about the Mexican on the cargo plane, but those bombed. Mainly due to timing. I was drunk. Am.