The twin towers

Okay so I'm sitting in my apartment, in my underwear, eating pizza, watching cableless television, trying to forget about a certain woman who moved to a certain state, a certain 3800 miles away. Then I stopped, looked around and said FUCK THIS! I was going to go out and do something besides drowning myself in Papa John's pizza.
Wasn't sure what that thing was and just drove aimlessly around for awhile until I wound up in a pub I used to frequent. There was some kind of funky bluegrass band playing and I found myself actually enjoying the music! I met a girl there who was pretty cool and we started talking and such. After the band was done, I still wanted to go somewhere with a live band and I pretty much kidnapped this girl to go with me to some random bar/restaurant to listen to the band and shoot some pool.
The band was warmed over monkey shit, but we did find a free table. Neither one of us had any change so I went to the bar to get some. There was a huge line of drunken college kids there and I got sick of waiting so I asked the nearest person to me for some change. That person happened to be a 6'1 amazon of a woman who later I found out was a volleyball player for UT and her teammate/friend who was also 6'1. There were pretty nice and they gave me change for my dollar, but they were also completely shit faced.
Anyway, they kind of invited themselves over to our pool table and started rambling on about everything. They were very attractive to say the least, but they just wouldn't shut up! The girl I was with and myself eventually called them the "Drunken twin towers". Eventually these two grew on me when they started talking about movies and how much they hated sorostitutes. That's when they were put on my cool list and I even took the time to learn their names. There's a first!

It was very amusing trying to translate the towers' random drunken ramblings as the night went on the the booze kept flowing. I considered making a move on one/both of them, especially since they were coming on to me periodically throughout the night but I didn't count it since they were painfully drunk. I dunno... taking advantage of drunk chicks, no matter how hot they are seems kind of desperate to me. I'm sure I'm probably the only male in the universe who thinks this way. Sigh... wouldn't be the first time.

3am eventually came around and I bid farewell to the twin towers and left with my kidnap victim. We hung out and yapped for awhile in the parking lot and went our separate ways.

Not a bad way to spend the night. I got out the apartment, enjoyed some live music and met some cool new people and got that certain woman out of my head for 10 whole minutes! A new record!!!