Time Flies Cont'd 9/15/2001
Rachel and I ended up doing five shots of Manderin Citron with orange drink chasers...I wasn't feeling anything for about an hour. I was all impressed, thinking I had such a high tolernace. Hell's no. I was blasted by the end of the night. We took a cab to this club called the Country Club. It cost us freaking $14. The club turned out to be closed for the night so the cabbie suggested another club, Liquids. Little hint; never ever go to a club that a cab driver suggests. It was empty and it was a townie club. Rebecca and I danced for a little while and decided to sit down because it wasn't worth it. We chilled at a table for an hour. Rebecca got the idea to rub off our stamps that said we were under 21 so we could drink at the club. One of the security people caught us and yelled at Becca. Becca swore that they rubbed off in the bathroom and it was the club's fault for making such shitty stamps. (Had Becca had the grades, she should've gone to law school. She can argue a turtle out of its shell when she wants to).
We left, and came back to the dorm by midnight, wasting $28. I kept apologizing, but she yelled at me to stop. She suggested we order in some pizza. So me and Becca ended up having a little carpet picnic in the hallway. Naturally, I suddenly became the most popular kid because I had food. We gave away three or four slices, plus a couple of bread sticks. I wanted to tell Rebecca to stop giving away food to people who didn't even like me, but we were surrounded by people in the middle of the hallway, and it wouldn't have been the most tactful thing to do.
Becca came away with the impression that there were plenty of great people in my hallway, I just don't talk to them. I'm not saying everyone in my hallway is a piece of crap, but it's definitely not the rosy picture Becca saw. Had we not had that pizza, she may have seen a different perspective.
Becca and I woke up late on Sturday. I told her that she should go back to Binghamton if she has a lot of work to do. She refused, saying she'd have plenty of time to do it later. We ended up going to the Carousel Mall and getting slightly lost along the way. We shopped for about two hours. I told her in the very beginning of the trip that I need to get underwear and a pair of jeans, being the fact that I really didn't bring up enough of either. She OKed me, saying we'd have enough time. Make a long story short, we ended up being short on time and Becca and I got into a minor fight. The Express jeans I was trying to buy that were marked down for $30 keeping coming up on the register at $68. I went back and got three different pairs of jeans and each time, they kept coming up on the register as double the price. Becca got angry and yelled, "Elissa, get the jeans and let's go already." She seemed anxious to get back home and I didn't want to keep her here if she didn't want to stay, so I said,"Alright forget the jeans. Let's go." She lightened up and I ended up getting ym $30 jeans. Go me.
I got underwear and bras too. Becca felt bad for snapping at me and I felt bad because she didn't have a good time. It's not even like she spent a whole lot of money. I mean, granted, she had to pay for gas money, but its a 45-minute ride and she's willing to drive from Binghamton to Long Island for Keith. The guys at the club forgot to charge us so the club was technically free, and i paid for half the cab ride. So Becca basically paid $14 for a cab ride, and a $6 dinner at the Pita Pit.
She dropped me off back and the dorm and waved good-bye. I'm not inviting her back anytime son. If she really didn't want to come, or if she had so much work and couldn't come, then she should have told me. Anyway, the next night kicked ass, so it made up for it.
Later
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