Celebration of new electronics
Around 9:00 last night, I realized that I had accomplished everything useful that I was going to accomplish on my Monday. So, I thought I'd try to find something worthwhile to do. First, though, I watched Teen Titans. I love the Cartoon Network.
So at 9:30, I called Stephanie (first year grad student in developmental biology at BCM, lives in my complex).
Stephanie: "What's up?"
Me: "I'm bored."
Stephanie: "So am I."
Me: "So what are we going to do?"
Stephanie: "We could have sex."
Me: "Stop being a tease. You've already told me you're not attracted to me. So what are we going to do?"
Stephanie: "Yeah, but you're so pathetic I just might give in."
Me: "I don't need your pity. So what are we doing tonight?"
Stephanie: "I don't know, there's nothing to do in Houston."
Me: "Well, what would you have done in San Francisco?"
Stephanie: "Gone and hung out at a coffee house."
Me: "We have coffee houses here."
So we called Melissa (first year grad student in cell and molecular biology here at BCM), whose husband is out of town), confirmed that she, too, was bored, and after I had established that we would have to go to an establishment that also had alcohol available, took off for Onion Creek, or "The O. C." as they call it (not sure, but I think that one's taken).
Anyway, I really like the place. It's got more of a coffee house feel than a bar feel, but yet it still serves beer. I had a snakebite and a bloody harry (bloody mary mix and beer—surprisingly good). And Melissa and I split a mini pizza. Stephanie, despite her talk about how much she wanted hot chocolate, ended up with cake. The girls there were pretty cute too.
Midway through beer number two (the final one of the evening), Stephanie asked if she was going to have to drive home. In her mind, if there's one drop of alcohol in my blood, it renders me utterly incapable of any sort of fine motor control. Despite the number of times I've tried to explain to her the concept of the "legal limit" and shown her Bryan's BAC calculator, it doesn't seem to have taken. Thankfully, I made it home without causing any death and/or destruction.
So at 9:30, I called Stephanie (first year grad student in developmental biology at BCM, lives in my complex).
Stephanie: "What's up?"
Me: "I'm bored."
Stephanie: "So am I."
Me: "So what are we going to do?"
Stephanie: "We could have sex."
Me: "Stop being a tease. You've already told me you're not attracted to me. So what are we going to do?"
Stephanie: "Yeah, but you're so pathetic I just might give in."
Me: "I don't need your pity. So what are we doing tonight?"
Stephanie: "I don't know, there's nothing to do in Houston."
Me: "Well, what would you have done in San Francisco?"
Stephanie: "Gone and hung out at a coffee house."
Me: "We have coffee houses here."
So we called Melissa (first year grad student in cell and molecular biology here at BCM), whose husband is out of town), confirmed that she, too, was bored, and after I had established that we would have to go to an establishment that also had alcohol available, took off for Onion Creek, or "The O. C." as they call it (not sure, but I think that one's taken).
Anyway, I really like the place. It's got more of a coffee house feel than a bar feel, but yet it still serves beer. I had a snakebite and a bloody harry (bloody mary mix and beer—surprisingly good). And Melissa and I split a mini pizza. Stephanie, despite her talk about how much she wanted hot chocolate, ended up with cake. The girls there were pretty cute too.
Midway through beer number two (the final one of the evening), Stephanie asked if she was going to have to drive home. In her mind, if there's one drop of alcohol in my blood, it renders me utterly incapable of any sort of fine motor control. Despite the number of times I've tried to explain to her the concept of the "legal limit" and shown her Bryan's BAC calculator, it doesn't seem to have taken. Thankfully, I made it home without causing any death and/or destruction.
posted by L. Maxwell Ward at 1:00 PM
