Quick update for the sake of updating.
Saturday a bunch of us went out to Galveston for Mardi Gras. Derek, Kory, Pual, bobert and I all rode in Pual’s car and met Leif (who is leaving for Haiti soon) and Donnie and his friend AJ.
The night was a relatively tame one, especially compared with our last mardi gras episode, complete with near rapes and riots. We met Donnie at Murphy’s Irish Pub off the strand and I took a shot of “cop killer” with a butchy lesbian. Donnie paid.
Pual was somehow immediately drunk and proceeded to try to fight every single person he came across. There were no takers, which he interpreted as a testament of his manhood. Derek and Leif danced with some girls to a Tejano band while bobert danced with a 50 year old woman.
We all had a pretty decent time, but the night was far from uproarious or riotous. Derek and Leif, depressed that they couldn’t find the girls they had danced with, took Kory and went home, getting Leif’s truck stuck in the mud at 2 am.
Bobert, Pual and I stuck around for a while, lingering to see what else might happen, but eventually gave up and decided to go to Ihop and eat. On the way back to the car Pual and Bobert gave the finger to a yellow mustang that was revving up its engine. Three guys got out of the car and asked what our problem was. I, being the only sober person on the street, had the pleasure of mediating between both drunken parties of testosterone filled men overcompensating for something. I finally talked them all down and we went on our way. As the yellow mustang passed us on the street, a BBW (because apparently all fat chicks are BBW’s now. look it up) leaned out of the passenger’s window and yelled, “Get a life you pussies!”, to which Bobert replied by dropping his cool leather jacket and running at a full sprint towards the car. I decided to let this happen. To quote a breathless, out of shape, Bobert, “I would have jumped on the car if i hadn’t of been spooked by those police lights, bhwah aha hah hah”.
Tuesday night Wynn, Pual and I returned to Galveston to spend the day with Donnie. We longboarded a bit in brisk island breeze, hitting the galveston skate park for a while. I skated the bowl and Pual and Wynn played a game of skate as donnie watched on.
We left the skate park before 3:30 so we didn’t get showed up by a swarm of ghetto middle school kids and headed to the beach. Donnie pulled his stunt kites out and we played with those a bit. A random guy who was obviously high out of his mind came up and hung out with us for a while, giving us all a case of the creeps.
Donnie let me fly his 14 foot stunt kite which drug me across the sand and on my ass. The kite hit the water and donnie called me a douche, proving that he is going to be a bad dad.
Wynn, Pual and I raced up the seawall from the sand (I won) and then raced down the handrails. We headed back to donnie’s so he could cook, and we listened to Vampire Weekend and Mount Righteous and drank Rum and Ginger Ale. Tucker showed up and we told stories for hours as we ate Donnie’s awesome meal.
I silently decided that Donnie’s dive into domesticity wasn’t such a bad deal. His fiancé is cool and seems to be accepting of our lifestyle (we’ll see how long that lasts). I guess if anyone of us should get married and do the whole kid thing it should be Donnie. Seth sucks at it, and I haven’t had to deal with Wynn and his entire family life, but i’m sure that sucks too. I guess i can throw my support in for this whole marriage thing in Donnie’s case, reluctantly of course.
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