Good Riddance, Off Campus Pub!
During the last week of school, "Goodbye, OCP" was splashed across the cover of our newspaper, the Daily Titan. The Off Campus Pub is a CSUF staple; located right across the street and I've heard that it gets a bit crowded during the weekend. Last night, after my work party Jake, Perna, and I decided to take a trip to the beloved OCP. We figured that we should check it out before it closes in a few weeks. That decision would be one that killed the night.
We both arrived at 10pm. Upon arriving, they had us fork over our ID's as well as a 5 dollar cover charge. If there was a line, the cover charge wouldn't bother me, but there was no one waiting. Also, Not to toot my own horn, but I was looking pretty hot and I was amazed that he charged me. First off, bouncers rarely charge females because they want more males to come. Most allow the girls to come in for free and wait for the boys to come ahollerin'. As we walked in, the bar was nearly dead. A few groups of people surrounding the bar, some stragglers around the pool tables, and that was about it. We tossed our stuff onto the table and headed to the pool table that was closest.
I examined the machine and it looked broken. The glass panel had fallen off, but there was a perfect relief spot to grab the balls. So, I began piling the balls onto the table. The door containing the balls felt a little loose, but I didn't think much of it because of the bad condition. When grabbing the last ball (which was the 8 ball) the door fell off. I tried to toss it back on to the compartment with the help of Jake, but nothing worked. We placed the door near the legs of the table and collectively decided that we wanted a drink.
Ordering a Midori Sour, I sat on the bar stool and looked around. Boys were everywhere; drinking beer eating bar snacks, but that alone made me question the integrity of the place. Where are the ladies? After getting my drink, I headed back to the table and after sitting on my stool; I realized that I had lost the boys. I figured they must have been at the restroom or possibly saw a friend that I don't know. So, I waited. Playing with my phone and looking up every few seconds to see if I could catch a glimpse of Jake's hair. Nothing; I must have been at that table for a good ten minutes before I saw them coming in through the main entrance.
I asked them what had happened.
After they paid for their beers the bouncer came up to them and asked them to come outside. He also emphasized that they should leave their beers. The bouncers took them outside and began harassing them about the pool table. Someone complained that we were 'jimmying' the pool table. As my friends began defending themselves and telling their side of the story, which was basically blaming it all on me. It was really my fault. I was the one that saw the opening in the glass panel and thought that was where I was supposed to grab the balls. In actuality, on another side of the table, is a place where you put money (similar to a air hockey table).
My bad, guys. My bad.
Obviously, the bouncer let the back in; but not without reprimanding them saying something along the lines of, "Be sure not to create more trouble." That alone killed the mood. Jake and Perna grabbed their drinks, drank them and we headed out. I had a few sips of my Midori Sour and it just didn't taste a sweet.
Sorry OCP for breaking a machine that was initially broken. I can't wait to see you and the Neanderthals you like to call your staff close escrow. You'll be out of a job and I'm willing to bet that the Mexican Restaurant that comes after will flourish. Also, thanks for the cockfest. Seriously, a bar a 'classy' as yours could not even pull the girls. It's kinda sad.
Bar - People - (more importantly) Girls = OCP
OCP = Disaster Zone. ~me~ at 8:18 AM Friday, December 21, 2007 We are 4 days away from Christmas. I can feel the mall parking lot fill up with SUV's; having the potential to be filled to the brim with presents. Half of which will be returned. The nights are getting colder and I'm making use of my hooded pea coat. Presents have been purchased and the only hurdle I have to jump is the influx of holiday parties.
Unfortunately, there is one now until Christmas Day.
Today: Office
Saturday: Jesus
Sunday: Scions
Monday: Family.
I have two dresses and 4 parties to attend; how is this going to work?
Also, MAC Makeup Artists at the mall have been mean to me. Not the regular MAC stores, but the counters inside department stores (i.e. Macy's). I went to the West Covina mall yesterday, willing to drop my gift certificate at MAC; well, the girl seemed less than enthused to help. She probably though I was a straggler, just poking and prodding at the items. Rather than poking and purchasing... Well, I asked her for a particular product, she searched for a bit and didn't come up with it. I then questioned whether or not they had that product in a different color and she went off to search for it. As she looked, a woman came up and asked her about some face powder and the MA left me.
No joke, she left me. I was there first, I asked about a product, she went to look for it and got lost on the way. Obviously, I left. I'm not going to wait for her to suddenly remember that I had asked her for a particular product. I'm never going to mac counter again. Why bother with MA who leave a customers and who don't know about any of the upcoming collections? Free standing stores for the win. ~me~ at 10:11 AM Wednesday, December 12, 2007 I have my last final today.
It's gonna be great. I don't know what's worse: that i am ridiculously confident for the test or the fact that I'm actually sad that the semester is over.
You will never be able to imagine how confident I am. I know that I am going to go in, type up an "A" paper, and then walk over to Erin's. It's just a matter of time.
Sadness because the semester is over only occurred because I did not have enough time. 16 weeks just isn't enough for me to do well. I did poorly on my last few finals; and maybe that is why I am so confident. I want to end with a bang, to forget the other classes and focus on this shining star.
As for shining stars. I am out and about again. Which I really shouldn't be. I am sick, coughing and sneezing almost constantly. But I want to go out. I want to celebrate the end of the semester. I worked hard (but with almost no results) and I deserve a night out. The kitchen should be cooking at a constant rate to catch up with me. ~me~ at 7:41 AM
