Dear Blog thread,
Last night, I went for coffee with a gentleman gypsy pirate named Coyote. Afterward we decided to go get some tasty Thai food. Upon doing so we ran into his street punk liberty spiked friend, and his lady, and decided we'd go meet up with them after dinner. Dinner was quite tasty, though they got his wrong the first time, and mine wasn't nearly as spicy as I would like. Walking down the street, we caught up with his friends sitting outside of a hookah bar, drinking. We decided to join them. Coyote bought himself a rum and orange juice, which was made stronger by the bartenders after he showed them a magic trick. I ended up drinking it all. The street punk friend decided to panhandle to get money for more booze, and I think made enough money to buy four more drinks. While sitting outside drinking a lovely band of ladies asked us what there was to do in St. Louis. We said not much but directed them towards the City Museum. They decided they couldn't go that far because their
band had to play soon. Around this time, I was supposed to start heading home(I nor my friend drove. We both take the bus everywhere, or walk), but I decided I'd stay to see the band, and hope somebody would give me a place to crash.
We call his friend and we head off to the club where the band is playing, leaving the street punk and his lady behind. We get there and the lady says she needs to see everyone's ids before letting us in. I am the youngest one of the group, plus I am underage(20. So I can't legally drink). I am wary of giving her my id, but I do. Maybe it was because it was slow or something, but she looked at my id, and handed it back to me, and stamped my hand the same as everyone else's. I sat and drank at the bar, and nobody cared. Then we watched the band play. They were alright.
After that we headed to CBGB's, and hung out some more. Then to another place to drink, and then back to cbs, and then home. Home meaning the gentleman gypsy's house. Where we didn't sleep until 7 in the morning or so.
Lesson of the night: I need a better name. Or at least a good fake one. I met a Coyote, a Raven, a Thursday, and a Lazarus. I am just an Emaline.
Also: i am back, board.