frens club meeting #1: orange
I just wrote a 1500+ word recap of about 20 minutes that took place last night, but I decided not to post it all here. You get the short version.
Last night, we were at a bar (Big 10 in Stadium Village). The bar happened to be located right in the middle of all the University of Minnesota dorms, so you can kind of imagine the biggest part of the clientèle. Aside from the middle-aged men that was grunting in the bathroom and sitting at the bar trying to be buddy-buddy with some 21 year old college frat boys, we were quite possibly the only ones in the building that remember when MTV actually showed music videos.
As we’re wont to do, we got a little rowdy with our stories and our phone calls to Cindi’s parents, but that’s what happens when you get FRENS CLUB together and then they leave their cell phone unattended at the table. We were discussing drink choices, because we like to spruce things up a bit instead of sticking to our regulars, when we saw what we thought was a shot infused with Hpnotiq (the most horrible thing in just about all the land). The fellas drinking this shot had been the butt of our jokes for quite a while, so I didn’t exactly want to ask what they were drinking, but I did it anyway. This ended up being the biggest mistake of the night.
I don’t really know what happened between that and him yelling at me about my hair, but apparently something set him off. I wish I could remember exactly what he said, but it all seemed so ridiculous and so completely unreal. It was something along the lines of “I hope you asked for a refund when went to get your hair cut like that.â€
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