Mike Seman, that is. It's been a crazy night, sort of.
We missed the first train pciking him up, so we went to starbucks. We were a sight, two punk rock boys, a gril wit a nose ring, and a girl with pink hair who seemed less uncomfortable than the rest of them. WInsty and Mike shared a 5 dollar sandwich. I bought Anrdea and I coffee.
(All this time our friend Vince was waiting for us at a train station downtown. He waited for a very long time.)
We got there and WInsty and Mike ran off to their ska show, and Andrea and I went to rescue VInce. Clyde was nice enough to let him in to my apartment even though he didn't have an ID. Then we went to get pizza.
Pizza was interesting. There was a yuppie family that made us very angry because they were very wasteful, and their children kept staring. Not until the end of the night did they speak to each other. The woman had a fannie pack. Our pizza took forever. We got a small deep dish because that was the most food that we could afford. Because it took so long, we ate parmesan cheese straight.
Eventually the pizza came and we each got two slices. By that time we were very hungry, so after the pizza we finished off the parmesan cheese. We didn't have the luxury of cookies like the yuppies did.
It was kind of fun to be so scummy.
Andrea and Vince went home to lansing after that.
Then I took a nap and woke up to let Winsty and Mike in.
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