Beta Fish?

Listen to this while you're reading what I'm writing:


So I have alot to report. When you aren't working and you have quite a bit of time on your hands to do whatever, you get alot of cool anecdotes. That being said, I'd rather be working, but that's just the state of the economy I guess.

First off, I forgot to tell the story of how I got holla'd at from a car while on my bike last time I wrote on this. I came straight in and wrote down the exact conversation so I wouldn't forget it and I'm glad. Here it is:


"Hey Boy! Whatchu doin? Where you goin on that cute bicycle? Can I come home wichu?"

"Maybe..."rising intonation

Ooo don't make me spank that ass...


Then the car of girls drove off. One of them looked like Johanna Radoux the Sweet Rat and the one that was yelling at me kinda looked like Rye Rye.

It was hillarious. I thought it would never happen again but...

On Tuesday night when I got back from my first LOOPS in denver (a ride that is similar to Les Rides Du Jeudi Soir that I did in Paris but less intense) I went over to Kris King's crib to chill. As I was really hungry after riding, I went out with Kris to get some of that new greek place's food that's close to campus. We picked up the food and then were sitting at the light at University when, unexpectedly, a girl leans out her window two lanes over and starts hollaing at me.
I was surprised that it was happening again, but wasn't at all bothered by the banter that went something along the lines of:

Hey boy!
Hey!
What you eating?
Fries from that greek place. They're good.
Give me one!
(Kris decides to grenade throw a fry. It almost makes it to their car.)
Almost! What's your number?
Uh... It's a texas area code.
Whatever give it to me.
-my number-
Okay well i'm going to call you.
I don't have my phone with me...
Oh well you'll have a missed call then.
Haha okay...
(Drives off)

So I get back to Kris' and i see that there actually is a missed call. What?!? I just got hit on from two lanes away? I thought parkinglot pimpin was ridiculous but this was absurd.
So I text the chick. She invites me to a hookah bar the next night. I tell her that I have to get up early and I instead go to Grant's house cause I don't want to go to the hookah bar across the street from me that was the place of at least one stabbing last year. Rad. Plus, I don't know her, she's 18 (thank you facebook friending), she looks a little like Liz Lowenburg, and I don't go to hookah bars much. It has to be a special thang. Anyway, we're supposed to meet up at Beta tonight but I don't know if I feel comfortable with a "Dome and Peace" which is what will probably ensue. Also, she's the same age as my sister. Going to be a college freshman. Hum that's just fucking weird. I might just go for a fun time and resist advances thrown my way. Only thing is that the DJ's myspace page + the music on there is lame as shit. I'll write to tell if I go.


In terms of music, I have alot of new stuff, but I'll just put these three up here:

Mobin Master - Show Me Love ft. Karina Chavez

Alan Braxe - Nightwatcher (Original Mix) (go to this blog and get it. addicted is a longer instrumental btw.)

Kid Sister - Telephone Flow

I biked 50 km after watching today's tour time trial. I was sporting the Cycles Lemont Jersey for the first time and it was awesome. Good jerseys make riding alot more comfortable. Anyway, I lapped around Wash Park 15 times or something in an hour and 15 min. Contador's time for the trial was 48.30. Rad. I was still pretty impressed that I could spin at an average of 36 km/h for that long. Pignon Fixe Bitches!


BONUS:

Because I highly doubt most of you have this song (and you really should) I'm throwing up the oldie-but-goody:

Wiley - Wearing My Rolex