BFF Visit: Day Three - Night

Erc and I got ready at my place to go to meet up with Jeremy in Williamsburg. The plan was to go take Erc to a bar she read about in my blog (about the first time I went into Willy B) - the one with the mini-golf course in the back. I looked up the address, and that of Barcade. So, off we went.

When we made our way (via subway), I heard the train we needed to get on approaching the station as we took the last steps to arrive underground. We still had to swipe our Metrocards, pass the turnstiles, run down another flight of steps to get to the other side of the tracks, turn the corner below, run up the stairs to get on track level again and board the train. I knew that if I only heard the train approaching that we'd definitely have enough time to run through the maze and make it. Like I said in the first day of Erca Whale's visit, I have these ideas in my head, but don't articulate them to Erica as well as I should. In my head I was thinking "Shit, it's around 10PM. If we don't make this train, we're going to have to wait another 10-15 minutes just to catch another one and the train ride itself only takes about 10 minutes. Let's run for it; we can make it."

So, I just turn to Erica and I said something like "Hurry up; that's our train!" and took off running. She didn't know the route. She was just following me. Now keep in mind, there is no train in sight at this point.

Again, I figured I'd run full force to catch the train and hold the doors open for Erc in case she was far behind - not because she'd be slow, but just because she wouldn't know the way and would have to follow me. We were running like bats out of hell - skipping steps, keeping balanced by holding the wall as you turn past it, etc.

We literally ran into a few dudes at the bottom of the stairs (as we were rounding the corner) and one of them said "Man, they're runnin'!" Then he made a comment that Erc was a little bit behind and she said "I don't even know where I'm going!" Hahahahahaha!

Well, we made it to the train with a little time to spare before the doors closed. When we got on the train, Erica just looked at me like "WHAT. THE. FUCK. WAS. THAT?" I explained our 200 meter dash and as we both sucked air (not dong). We laughed and shook our heads in disbelief.

When we got off the train, I told Erica it would just be a 10 minute walk. Lies. I didn't want to tell her it would be like a 25-30 minute walk because I knew if I told her that up front it would make it feel like a century-long journey. So, every few blocks she'd ask "Wait, how much longer?" and I'd say "Oh, you know, just about more blocks," but then we'd keep on walking... and walking... and walking. (Here's a map of where we walked). I 'fessed up when we got there. I think she hated me a little bit.

Anyway, we got to Anytime, ate a little, and then made our way to Rosemary's - a bar Jeremy and I like to frequent often. The jukebox is great (except for one occurrence we found that night - more to come in the blog) and the price of drinks is really tolerable. Plus, it's run by this little old lady (Rosemary, duh). On the way, Jeremy and I got into a heated discussion over the social repercussions of places like Hooters or stripclubs, and we decided to squash it when we got to the bar. I desperately wanted to play a specific song on the jukebox as a joke. When I made my way to the jukebox, some chubby Jack Osbourne-looking dude stopped me.

Chubby Jack Osbourne Dude: "What songs are you gonna play?"
T-Pain: Um, I dunno yet. What does it matter?
Jack Osbourne: We just put like 25 dollars worth of songs in there and it's all really good. I wanted to make sure you wouldn't play any crappy music.
T-Pain: Oh, well, I was going to play Spice Girls and Ace of Base, oh and Kelly Clarkson.
This dude was pissing me off. He was one of those elitist hipsters with their knowledgeable and distinguished musical tastes. (Sarcasm font).
Jack Douche-bourne: [Fake laugh] Like I said, we already put tons of songs in there. Your songs might not even get heard.

I went back to the bar. I told Jeremy and Erc what happened. This is precisely why they are my friends. They both were like "Ohhhh FUCK THAT. Put money in that jukebox and pay the extra fee to bump their songs. Let's play some rap!" So, we scrounge some dollars up and I make my way back to the jukebox. A jukebox war was about to unfold.

As I searched through the lists of viable songs/artists to play, I couldn't find any rap. None. At. All. Jeremy and Erc didn't even believe me. You can (pay more to) search the internet and "download" a song to play on the jukebox and even in the internet world I could not find any rap. Lame! So, I picked the song James Brown's "It's A Man's, Man's, Man's World" to make light of the fiesty discussion I had gotten in with Jeremy. We started cracking up.

Regardless, our song war tanked and chubby Jack Osbourne got to hear his music. Well, at least my James Brown cut through their ridiculous amount of songgage. We made our way to the Bushwick Country Club - the place with the mini-golf in the back.

On our way to the subway, I told Jeremy I'd give him a piggy back ride - which I can do, cuz I have thighs like tree trunks (which is not sexy at all). However, I told Jeremy he HAD to jump off of my back when I was tired. Usually he doesn't and at certain times I've had to bash him against a wall so that he'll let go. Anyway, he told me to try and do squats while I carried him.

I tried.

I failed.

When we got to the subway station, Jeremy returned the favor. He kept squatting, too. The face he's making in the picture makes him look like he's pooping.

The subway stop left us near Barcade. We stepped in. The drinks are too pricey but it's a bar + an arcade. Hence, barcade. So, for a quarter (sometimes more), you can play all these awesome old games like Contra or Rampage. Erc mostly loved the place because they sold beef jerky, and really, who loves beef jerky more than Erca Whale? (I actually bought her some for her birthday one year - speaking of which Happy Belated Birthday, Whale! Did you get my present yet? Oh, no? Oh, right, that's because I still haven't mailed it. I suck. You too, Hilo. God, I'm terrible).

We made our way to the Country Club. They had Jim Beam slushees there - and they were actually really good! Erica and I kept sharing them, but I think we might as well have just gotten our own; we both beasted them down. Yep, beasted. We were beastin'!

We tried going outside to play mini-golf, but everybody was out there giving us shitty looks because we're not hipsters (and they are/were) and wouldn't move so that we could play. We went back indoors. Erc and I don't have many pictures together. So, we tried to alleviate this problem.(By the way, I have to apologize that a lot of the pictures on BFF Visit blogs have been of myself, but Erc hates letting me snap pictures of her sweet, succulent smile - maybe because I describe it as such).

Usually when I get my picture taken, I do a big or weird smile and Erc sticks out her tongue or doesn't smile. So, true to ourselves, we took the first in said manner. Then we laughed at each other's idiocy and mocked each other in the subsequent shot.

We took a few other shots. I hate most of these, but Erc looks precious and I wanted the internet world to see her.

Jeremy sequestered the camera and took a weird photo of his eyeball area that creeped us all out. Why you creepin', Conley?

Check us out making dumb faces below.

Erc and I then took a few pictorials in the (get ready for it, Bee) photobooth. While we waited for them to develop, we had some more slushee and helped ourselves to the snacks at the bar. As always, there were some "neckers" (which could sound really funny - and mean something completely different - in a Southern accent) at the bar. They were really playing tonsil hockey. Of course, I asked Erc to follow me with her camera.

I posed with them while they didn't notice. Then, what with the flash and all, they totally noticed me and I said something like "Oh don't mind me or the entire bar, just keep making out." They did.

I went to the men's bathroom ('cause I have a huge hog) and saw the "dirt graffitti" to the right. Rad, huh? Anyway, that was pretty much our night. I just didn't want to put this all together on the Day 3 blog. I hope you kids enjoyed the long and thorough posts about The Whales third day together.

Later homies,
Tanya Lasagna