Friday was just strange. It started out well enough, my first class had been canceled so I got to sleep later then usual. However, as I was leaving my apartment, I turned to lock the front door and found a pair of red lacy panties on the handle. I do not own red lacy panties, I have never owned red lacy panties, one of my roommates is a hippie and probably wears the panty version of Birkenstocks, the other is not really the red lacy panty type, she's more a pink bikini brief type. So, I, having absolutely no idea where these panties came from, leave them on the outside door handle, naturally, and then call both my roommates and leave them voice mails asking if they know anything.
I then proceed to the bus stop. A rather unkempt but clearly not homeless man approaches me and asks if one of the buses will take him downtown. I tell him that the 30 will and it will be along shortly. He thanks me and then asks if I know of a place where he can get a beer. I am about to respond when he continues, he wants a beer because he has a tooth ache. Now, as it is 9AM, and I woke up about 25 minuets ago, I think, surely I misheard. He repeats, he wants a beer because he has a tooth ache. again, I am sure I am just processing the word-like sounds he is making incorrectly, it is not the beer at 9AM part that confuses me, it is the tooth ache part, I just don't see how they are related. The man begins to think I don't speak english and again repeats his request, this time, he includes hand gestures. I direct him down the street to the brewery and wonder to myself why he doesn't just ask me where he can get a beer because he's an alcoholic; I would have understood the first time and he would have gotten his beer much faster, it's always better to be honest.
Later that day, I had lunch with Jupiter and my brother. Jupiter told me funny stories about extra large underwear. (My roommates and I are currently considering buying said underwear and leaving it on the door handle of the people we believe responsible for the red lacy panties appearing on our door.)
That night, I go out to dinner with Tony, Amanda, Mike and Sho Sho to the Old Spaghetti factory. Oh how I have missed you Mizethra cheese!Tony finishes a gigantic plate of spaghetti in five minuets, much to the delight of everyone at the table except Mike who bet him he coudn't, the disgust of the other diners in the restaurant and the amusement of out bus boy. His name was Tim, (the bus boy) and he was vastly entertained by our table. Tim was Hot.