old post #4: my first 6th street experience
Monday, September 16, 2002
"Friday:
Eric came up to Austin! Rebecca, Eric, Daniel, and I dorm-hopped, which was actually quite fun. Andrews, especially its study lounge, has this really cool old feeling, but I didn't like it because I knoW someone died there. It felt funny. All the honors dorms connected, and we wandered around. Daniel rapped on ramdom people's doors so we could look at the rooms and when this one guy opened his door, I said "Tiawan!". Eric, of course, with his sTUPId smartness, said it was just mothballs. Oh.
We then went to visit Justin, who was (surprise!) playing video games. He then joined our entourage and we visited Rebecca's dorm at Castillian, which I had previously considered living in but then changed my mind after seeing so many hobos and bums on the way there. I meet enough riffraff as it is.
We then came back to my dorm where Rebecca and Eric were supposed to spend the night, but somehow I ended up with 3 more boarders in my humble abode. It was quite funny, actually, with Rebecca in Christy's bed, me in my own, Eric in the middle, and TC sprawled next to my desk and Justin scrunched in a fetal position in front of Christy's. He didn't even spread out the sleeping bag; just bundled it under him and conked out. We discussed Justin's lazyness quite frequently this weeked; I had to beg him to take his contacts out when I saw that he still had them wrinkled and dried in his bloodshot eyes. Then the next morning he woke up (first one up - to watch cartoons) and was so lazy that he watched 3 hours of tv without them. Interesting guy. oH. and don't even get me started on his impression of the Red Stripe commercials. Rebecca, Eric and I stayed up till 5 am and watched Eric's snot ball grow (don't ask). Eric's blogs always sum up the emotional aspects of our gatherings better than I can. But it was very 'awwww', if that makes any sense.
We went to dinner Saturday to celebrate Jerry's getting old, I mean, birthday, at the Thai noodle place with the in my opinion very stupid name. Madam Mam's. Ugh. Anyways, on the way there Rebecca and I kept getting distracted by the profuse array of jewely stands and clothing stores that studded Guadalupe Street. We oohed and aahed and compared tastes as 6 hungry asian guys waited. ( thanks guys ^_^ ) Finally decided to go shopping (for real) some other day and reluctantly left. Daniel and Jeff were there this time, and after we ate we wandered to the Union where we met up with some of Daniel's friends and all played pool.
Then at 11 someone mentions some sorority party down 6th street and I quell a prudish urge to say, "go to a party? a sorORity party? down 6TH street?! now?!? it's 11!?! I was supposed to study!!" I just smiled and rationalized that it waS Saturday night and I might as well go see what the fuss was all about anyways. I'm usually up for new experiences. Then everyone decides that they have to dress up and we spend another hour at our prospective dorms changing. We drive, get lost, and find parking faR away after another hour, and arrive outside the club at 1:30 am.
Downtown Austin is great. I love the architecture, the historical feeling, the horse-drawn, flower-decked carriages driven by people in suits and top hats. The weather at night is not humid like Houston, but is light and airy, pleasantly breezy. It was a nice night. Then you turn a corner.
6th street is hard to describe; one must go there to feel the bass of the live music blaring from pubs, shaking the pavement beneath your feet. For me it was quite entertaining just watching the throngs of people cramming into the small bars and spilling back out into the streets in a ceaseless exchange of bodies. I had never seen such a large concentration of people that were within 5 years of my age. Cigarette smoke wafted with the breeze and mingled with the loud music, raucous laughter and neon lights in a chaotic swirl of sensory overload. But when I looked in the club and saw it was dark, smoky, crowded, and loud, I kinda lost interest. Plus, I didn't wanna pay 10 bucks to noT dance (i'm fruGaL, eric, not cheaP). So Justin, who didn't feel like dancing either (surprise, surprise) and Daniel's friend who drove us there walked around. We got to this one part of the street where bars turned into Tattoo and 'massage' parlors and I pointed it out and we turned around. Justin then wanted to find a place to sit, and we arrived in front of a schmaltzy, ritzy hotel. Justin wanted to go in because his parents ate there once. I just saw a bride and bridegrooms and bridesmaids and said 'oooh!'. So we went in.
It was very 1800's, and walking in, with the suits and dressed promenaded around us, make me feel like I was in another time. I love that feeling. That's why I love historical movies and books. Anyways, Justin promptly curls up on a fancy, over stuffed armchair (tennis shoes on the chair and all) and falls asleep. He looked so outta place I couldn't help but laugh. Anyways, to make it short, a fight broke out at the club around 3, so they kicked everyone out. Rebecca and Jeff did a pretty good job of acting out what happened, with the ghetto black DJ scolding and stupid fobby asian guys fighting. The driver guy Abe and Rebecca came back to my place and finished off the wings from last night. I couldn't believe the guy would just drive up to Austin and not bring anything, no change of clothes, toothbrush, nothinG. Rebecca and I agreed girls would never be able to do that. Especially me, with my 2 showers (at least) a day and dusting every other day with my Clorox sheets. We exchanged our most embarrassing moments and went to sleep at 4am. My sleeping schedule's sO messed up.
I then tried to study the rest of Sunday and kept falling asleep. It is now monday and I've read and am mostly caught up, but I feel it's never enough. Hopefully I'll sleep before 1 today and study more tomorrow. g'night!"
"Friday:
Eric came up to Austin! Rebecca, Eric, Daniel, and I dorm-hopped, which was actually quite fun. Andrews, especially its study lounge, has this really cool old feeling, but I didn't like it because I knoW someone died there. It felt funny. All the honors dorms connected, and we wandered around. Daniel rapped on ramdom people's doors so we could look at the rooms and when this one guy opened his door, I said "Tiawan!". Eric, of course, with his sTUPId smartness, said it was just mothballs. Oh.
We then went to visit Justin, who was (surprise!) playing video games. He then joined our entourage and we visited Rebecca's dorm at Castillian, which I had previously considered living in but then changed my mind after seeing so many hobos and bums on the way there. I meet enough riffraff as it is.
We then came back to my dorm where Rebecca and Eric were supposed to spend the night, but somehow I ended up with 3 more boarders in my humble abode. It was quite funny, actually, with Rebecca in Christy's bed, me in my own, Eric in the middle, and TC sprawled next to my desk and Justin scrunched in a fetal position in front of Christy's. He didn't even spread out the sleeping bag; just bundled it under him and conked out. We discussed Justin's lazyness quite frequently this weeked; I had to beg him to take his contacts out when I saw that he still had them wrinkled and dried in his bloodshot eyes. Then the next morning he woke up (first one up - to watch cartoons) and was so lazy that he watched 3 hours of tv without them. Interesting guy. oH. and don't even get me started on his impression of the Red Stripe commercials. Rebecca, Eric and I stayed up till 5 am and watched Eric's snot ball grow (don't ask). Eric's blogs always sum up the emotional aspects of our gatherings better than I can. But it was very 'awwww', if that makes any sense.
We went to dinner Saturday to celebrate Jerry's getting old, I mean, birthday, at the Thai noodle place with the in my opinion very stupid name. Madam Mam's. Ugh. Anyways, on the way there Rebecca and I kept getting distracted by the profuse array of jewely stands and clothing stores that studded Guadalupe Street. We oohed and aahed and compared tastes as 6 hungry asian guys waited. ( thanks guys ^_^ ) Finally decided to go shopping (for real) some other day and reluctantly left. Daniel and Jeff were there this time, and after we ate we wandered to the Union where we met up with some of Daniel's friends and all played pool.
Then at 11 someone mentions some sorority party down 6th street and I quell a prudish urge to say, "go to a party? a sorORity party? down 6TH street?! now?!? it's 11!?! I was supposed to study!!" I just smiled and rationalized that it waS Saturday night and I might as well go see what the fuss was all about anyways. I'm usually up for new experiences. Then everyone decides that they have to dress up and we spend another hour at our prospective dorms changing. We drive, get lost, and find parking faR away after another hour, and arrive outside the club at 1:30 am.
Downtown Austin is great. I love the architecture, the historical feeling, the horse-drawn, flower-decked carriages driven by people in suits and top hats. The weather at night is not humid like Houston, but is light and airy, pleasantly breezy. It was a nice night. Then you turn a corner.
6th street is hard to describe; one must go there to feel the bass of the live music blaring from pubs, shaking the pavement beneath your feet. For me it was quite entertaining just watching the throngs of people cramming into the small bars and spilling back out into the streets in a ceaseless exchange of bodies. I had never seen such a large concentration of people that were within 5 years of my age. Cigarette smoke wafted with the breeze and mingled with the loud music, raucous laughter and neon lights in a chaotic swirl of sensory overload. But when I looked in the club and saw it was dark, smoky, crowded, and loud, I kinda lost interest. Plus, I didn't wanna pay 10 bucks to noT dance (i'm fruGaL, eric, not cheaP). So Justin, who didn't feel like dancing either (surprise, surprise) and Daniel's friend who drove us there walked around. We got to this one part of the street where bars turned into Tattoo and 'massage' parlors and I pointed it out and we turned around. Justin then wanted to find a place to sit, and we arrived in front of a schmaltzy, ritzy hotel. Justin wanted to go in because his parents ate there once. I just saw a bride and bridegrooms and bridesmaids and said 'oooh!'. So we went in.
It was very 1800's, and walking in, with the suits and dressed promenaded around us, make me feel like I was in another time. I love that feeling. That's why I love historical movies and books. Anyways, Justin promptly curls up on a fancy, over stuffed armchair (tennis shoes on the chair and all) and falls asleep. He looked so outta place I couldn't help but laugh. Anyways, to make it short, a fight broke out at the club around 3, so they kicked everyone out. Rebecca and Jeff did a pretty good job of acting out what happened, with the ghetto black DJ scolding and stupid fobby asian guys fighting. The driver guy Abe and Rebecca came back to my place and finished off the wings from last night. I couldn't believe the guy would just drive up to Austin and not bring anything, no change of clothes, toothbrush, nothinG. Rebecca and I agreed girls would never be able to do that. Especially me, with my 2 showers (at least) a day and dusting every other day with my Clorox sheets. We exchanged our most embarrassing moments and went to sleep at 4am. My sleeping schedule's sO messed up.
I then tried to study the rest of Sunday and kept falling asleep. It is now monday and I've read and am mostly caught up, but I feel it's never enough. Hopefully I'll sleep before 1 today and study more tomorrow. g'night!"
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