It was homecoming here in Cloud this weekend. My night started off with about a forth of a bottle of vodka. Me, Ihde, Verley, Petersen, and Deb were all taking our turn chugging any sort of random mixture we preferred out of a beer bong Verley had lying around. What was originally about one standard strength vodka coke for me turned much more noxious when Ihde decided to dump the rest of the bottle in at the end. And this wasn't some nice, smooth vodka - this was some putrid stuff. Damn, fast start.
Even on homecoming, the only bar that really gets packed here in Cloud town is the Red Carpet. I think it's about advertising because all of their events seem just as good as any other bar. Like last Thursday they had a couple of people from the Real World Austin stop by. I mean, those people aren't even real actors. Admittedly, it's a creative way to draw people who follow pulp culture, but it doesn't so much apply to me. A local band with spectacular live show skills called Doorstep Paradise happened to be playing at the Rox. So, after losing a couple of games of pool at The Press, I went over and watched them perform. And it was good.

posted by Brett @ Sunday, October 16, 2005