there are multiple rites of passage. getting your drivers' license. going to your first concert. graduating from high school. having your first hangover. losing your virginity. voting in your first election. getting your own place and paying your first electricity bill. these are all things that remind you that you're growing up or maybe that you're just getting older.

there is another rite of passage that happened to me last night: being kicked out of a bar.

first of all, it is imperative to the story to know that i spent eight dollars on a ticket for trampled by turtles, charlie parr, and crew jones, all of which i was excited about.

the night started off like any other friday night that samantha, kristen, and i spend together. however, things began to get interesting when tequila came out of kristen's nose (which, by the way, i find utterly and completely awesome). walking to pizza luce was quite the lovely experience, complete with kristen asking for a cigarette to merely hold behind her ear, talking about the differences between "squashy" and "squooshy," having the sex talk, and discussing what would happen if someone decided to relieve themselves between two shops. we decided that it would be a bad idea to do so, and continued our journey to delinquency.

pizza luce was filled to its capacity with hip, pseudo-hip, and faux hip people of all ages, rocking out to charlie parr when we arrived. we got upset-looking faces drawn on our hands, indicating that we are not old enough to consume alcohol, even though we are close enough that we can taste it. these aggravated-looking faces on our hands should have been the first sign that things may not go exactly as planned.

lo and behold, in the middle of crew jones' set, while kristen was safely in the bathroom, samantha and i were ambushed, roughed up a little, and quickly escorted out of pizza luce. the walk back, or what should have been "the walk of shame," was equally as interesting, including samantha having a shouting match with a homeless man in a wheelchair on superior and first, and the beads of her necklace ending up all over superior street (which was actually really sad).

the bad part about this is that i did not get to see trampled by turtles or the other half of crew jones, and i basically flushed eight dollars down the toilet.

the good part about this was that kristen continued to do her thing at luce late into the night and actually got to see trampled by turtles, getting the most out of her eight dollar ticket. it also cements my status as a delinquent, and the fact that when samantha and i are together, there is never a dull moment.


on a separate note, i need to point out that pelowski has a blog now, and will continue to update us on her french escapades. please look at the links on the right and hope that you speak french so you are able to figure out which one is hers.