I got home this morning at seven o'clock. The night was interesting, to say the least.
My parents were up here yesterday. They were supposed to be here around noon. The previous night, after being called "sketchy and ambiguous," I'd gone to sleep around five in the morning. Most of the neighborhood lost power around seven. So I had no alarm. And apparently my parents tried to call me when they got here [around eleven], but my phone didn't ring. They ended up ringing the doorbell until one of my roommates woke up and got the the door.
So I woke up to my parents yelling at me for sleeping in and telling me to get out of bed.
We then went to Applebee's for lunch [breakfast for me].
Let me tell you something about my father. He loves to hit on waitresses. A few months ago [I think it was when my parents came up at the beginning of fall break], my parents and I went to eat at the Friendly's down the street from my apartment. Our waitress was named Christy. My father chatted her up. At some point, she mentioned that she collected coins. He perked up [even more] at this, and asked her if she wanted to trade, or if she just wanted some of the extras that he'd accumulated over the years. She said that'd be nice.
Then my father asked her for her home address.
And she gave it to him.
As it turned out, it was a moot point, because the next time my parents were up, we went to go eat at Friendly's because my father had brought a massive envelope full of foreign currency. Christy was working that day, so he gave it to her in person. She seemed happy. Her shift ended as we were leaving, so she walked out to the parking lot with us. Now, every time we pass Friendly's, my father always checks the parking lot for Christy's car.
That's my father, the dirty old man.
At Applebee's yesterday, he proceeded to hit on our Portugese waitress. Amazing. As he signed the check, he closed with, "My son thinks you're cute." Now, I never said this to him. I did compare her to Aurelia from Love Actually, but that was it. Either way, embarrassment.
After my parents left, I gathered up all the empties in my room and took them to Price Chopper for recycling. Fifteen dollars and eighty-five cents. Three hundred and seventeen cans. Crazy.
Crossing the street outside PC, I see a familiar license plate pass me: 19L R20. Liam. So I run down his car and throw myself and the driver's side door. We hang out for a while. He's hungry, so we embark on a quest for food. After some false starts, we end up at Bickford's.
Our waitress seems to come by more often than usual, and asking if we're okay. One time she comes by and says, "I'm going to keep coming by until you're not okay." I respond, "That's going to be tough; I'm feeling pretty okay right now." She giggles and walks off. Liam thinks she's flirting. I say she might just want to annoy us into not being okay.
Eventually she comes up and asks me, "Do you go to WPI?" I respond in the affirmative. The question isn't really unusual, but pieces click together. It's Christy. Christy from Friendly's Christy. Holy shit.
She talks to us a lot. I'll provide a summary. There's a lot of small talk, so I'll just do the key parts. She repeatedly says we should come by more often when she's working, because we're nice to her. I say she should give us a call some time. We exchange numbers. She says that we should come by after her shift tonight is over at two in the morning and go do something. We say we will.
Liam and I then go and pick up Chuck, an hour later than we said we would. We were distracted by Christy. The three of us go play a couple hours of pool at Jillian's. I still haven't gotten those stupid X's off my hands. Blah.
It's only ten or so, so we go back to Liam's and watch Shaolin Soccer. It's light [I wasn't really in the mood for anything too serious] and Chuck hasn't seen it before. Oh, the hilarity.
Chuck isn't really up to hanging out with someone he doesn't know this late, so we drop him at his house at two and head back to Bickford's. There are a bunch of asshole customers keeping them from closing, so we wait around. Christy gets out around three.
We then have the age-old problem: what's there to do in the middle of the night? We decide to go to Denny's, with none of us having a good idea of where the nearest one is. Christy thinks she knows how to get to the one in West Boylston, so off we go. A half-hour later, we give up on that and head to Dunkin Donuts. There's coffee there, and we're all in desperate need of it.
We sit in Dunkin Donuts and talk some more, then decide to go and watch Amelie. We start the movie some time before five. We all fade in and out of consciousness. Well, not Liam. He goes to sleep and snores loudly. Doesn't wake up until near the end. After the movie, I headed home.
Yep. Interesting night. And I didn't even drink.