Filthy Hippies At My Convenience Store

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Originally uploaded by That Rupe Guy.

This is the convenience store close to my apartment. Picture was taken around 2am. The fellow in the sandals is my best friend Brian. The chick in the sandals is his non-common-law wife, Brea.

As for the other two gentlemen, I don't know what their names are, but both their titles are "Officer."

Brea's hot friend is not pictured, as she was behind me. Of the four of us, Brian is the least snookered, which is good because he was driving. And after two bars and [several] beers, they had to run in and get foods and whiskey-mixing drinks and coffee (unavailable) and some pistachios for me.

For some reason, the cops didn't hassle those troublemaking hippies at all. That was good for the short term because they were my ride home and I didn't want to have to walk back to my apartment if they got busted for some dirty hippie offense. But in the long term, what the hell kind of police force (except Austin and San Francisco) doesn't put the Mag-Lite™ of law and order upside the heads of troublemaking hippies that want coffee at 2am?

Ow

I'm not as hungover this morning as I thought I would be last night, after absorbing [several] beers. I don't know how many. Seriously, I just kept drinkin' em. Guinness, Rolling Rock, one Bass Ale (ick.). I don't know how many. But I'm a lightweight--even at my size I just get drunk too fast. I burn it off fairly quickly, though, and I'm usually really good about double-fisting beer & water, but I was lax last night and have a bit of a headache. And I'm tired. At least it doesn't feel like I have 70-grain eyeballs scratching around behind my face.

So my bestest, oldest buddy Brian is in town from New Zealand. "Town" being "The United States," luckily the San Antonio, TX portion of the United States. Good to see him and his filthy hippie wife. And he was surprised I had a blog. I don't know why he was surprised. He and his filthy hippie wife are sleeping on my futon Right Now. His wife's hot friend already left (for those of you that will ask: No. Didn't even try, just no sense in it.) so I'm left having to be relatively quiet, except for the keyboard, which will maybe annoy them and wake them up so I can watch TV.

Got some pictures--I'll put those up later. Including the mysterious image of a face formed out of skidmarks on the turnaround at Nakoma and 281 (heading north).