Its really fun getting so utterly frustrated with a NY Times crossword that you just have to go online and cheat to solve the bastard. Even while cheating the last few words, I still feel genius. Autumn and I started the crossword at Safehouse this evening out of the weekly. I was looking at it off-and-on whilst events unfolded.
So many people have gotten tired of going to Safehouse, but about every time I go it spells good times. I think it’s fun because the fact that I have been going there so long and have gotten to know so many of the regulars. It is a very rare occasion that I go and fail to see someone I can converse with. This evening in particular, Autumn and I wandered upstairs and smoked a hookah with Veronica, Robby, and a new Ryan. Ryan broke out some bubbles and I took quite a few really cool pictures of hookah smoke bubbles. I know it sounds fruity but the smoke bubbles were really cool.
Autumn Blowing a hookah smoke bubble.
Popping a smoke bubble.
I didn’t get any of my trig homework done but I had a damn good time!