Amusement!

First of all, I just want to say that this damn thing cracks me up more than it probably should XD

Secondly, today was enjoyably crazy!

My little brother Trevor is now 19, and is thus allowed to legally go into bars and casinos and porn shops (though I don't think he'll actually go into a porn shop, as the pair of us burst into uncontrollable and immature giggles every time we pass one).
His birthday was on the 5th, and Chloe's birthday is coming up on the 11th, so since everyone had today off (well, technically yesterday), we decided to have a double birthday celebration hang out day. To use a word I don't often have a chance to use, it was a real hootenanny!
I woke up around 8-ish... No, that's a lie. It's more like I got out of bet around 8, as I'm not quite sure if I actually slept. I'm fairly sure I did, but as I generally fail at sleep, I can't be too sure.

ANYWAY, I got up, and the brother and I headed for the bus. He was going to do a resume hand-out run, and I was headed to Chloe's, along with Sable. I met up with her, only to discover the mall behind our usual bus stop was having it's parking lot torn up, as well as a section of the sidewalk across the street. As to why, I have no clue, though there was rumour of a Starbucks being somehow involved.

Just a side note here, but what in the blue purple fuck is the big deal with Starbucks? I don't understand why expensive "designer" coffee with oddly named sizes (what, are small, medium and large not trendy enough for you?) is such a fantastic thing? The only thing's I've ever had there were a coffee that was way too strong for me (I had to use so much sugar in it that I was afraid I was going to give myself diabetes), an overpriced hot chocolate with some peppermint flavouring, and some kind of iced frappa-mocha-hooba-joobaa thing that left a waxy film in my mouth instead of an aftertaste. So, in the words of the Internet, WTF?

Also, I should note that I had quite a bit of sugar today, and so I'm rather hyper right now.

So, back to what I was actually talking about!

Sable and I got to Chloe's, and after giving her her early birthday presents, we headed out to the mall to wander around until we met up with Trevor. While we waited, we got some lunch, and I picked up a belated birthday present for Trev (because with his birthday being so close to Christmas, I forget to get him his present before hand). For a while now, he's been requesting a scarf, and I managed to find a nice red one for him at this girly store that Sable likes. After that, we headed up to the knife shop (physically restraining Chloe when we passed the jewelry stores, because she spends to much money in those places, as she is attracted to shiny things like a magpie), where we ogled all the pretty swords and axes and shields at the back.
After that, we headed over to Michale's, where we picked up some art supplies (or in my case, a pack of 15 glow bracelets, because I'm inexplicably fixated with glow in the dark crap), then over to Petcetera, where Chloe stared longingly at the birds (as she really, really wants one).
We met up with Trev after that, and upon spotting him (and screaming out his tard name across half the bloody mall, because I have no shame and embarrassing people is kinda fun), I tossed him the scarf, still in the bag, saying, "Happy late birthday! Sorry about the gay colour," because, as my purchase was from an insufferably girly store, they insisted on having their bags coloured in the ugliest colour on the planet. Ugh.
Aside from the bag, which we threw away almost immediately (as though it were some kind of toxic waste), Trevor was very pleased with his present. He then presented me with a late Christmas present (a pair of water/snow sport goggles), and there was much jubilation to be had. After waisting a bit more time, we headed to the theatre to watch the second National Treasure movie.
Of the movie itself, I will say this: It starred Nick Cage.
Graphically, it was pretty, and during the entire London scene, Trev and I kept making Doctor Who references, and aww-ing at the picture of the Corgi. Plot-wise it was, well, there was a certain air of inconceivability to it. We got some laughs out of it (though I freely admit that most of those laughs came from us MST3K-ing the film), so I suppose it served its purpose as a form of entertainment. It was like an over-budget B-movie, and I have a certain fondness for their special brand of camp :P

Movie over, we headed across the highway to Moxie's, where we discovered that it was rather blustery. We got to the restaurant a little rain-dampened and windswept, and after ordering our food, Trevor freaked us all out by cracking his neck (by grabbing his chin and the top of his head and then snapping his head to the side like they do in movies to break necks), I threw ice cubes down Chloe and Sable's cleavage and accidentally screamed out "hump" (while quoting from the second Powerthirst commercial), Chloe pretended to be an Irish whore, and Sable was exasperated. After a while, she remarked, upon catching the scent of cooked and seasoned meat in the air, "It smells like my steak is about done," to which Trevor replied, "No, sorry, that was me," to much hilarity.
Also, Chloe and I had an ongoing conversation as though we were a little girl and creepy old man paedophile respectively (and yes, I know, there's quite a bit wrong with us), which involved me talking like a creepy old guy, while she sounded insufferably cute. Sable rolls her eyes whenever we do that.

I also informed them that in the upcoming American election, I hope that Hillary Clinton becomes president. My only reason for wanting her to win is so that I can call Bill Clinton "the First Lady."

After dinner, we caught the bus downtown, and once there we headed to a little place called Katz Lounge. It's a martini bar, but because they had only actually just opened up the day before (because they'd been doing some renovations), they had no menus, and so we ended up just making up drinks with the bartender. I had an coffee with chocolate and alcohol and sugar and whipped cream, not to mention a cherry on top (and when I tried to tie a knot into the cherry stem with nought but my tongue, I succeeded, much to my shock/amusement), Chloe had a raspberry and blackcurrant martini, as well as an apple cinnamon one (which tasted exactly like Apple Jacks, except for the alcohol part), Trevor tried a White Russian, per my suggestion (as he and I have similar tastes, and he didn't know what to try), and Sable had water, as she can't abide the taste of alcohol.
While we were enjoying our drinks, we soon saw that the wind and rain was gradually turning into snow. This is odd for our area because we are more prone to rain than snow, even in winter.
So the drinks are finished, and we head down the road a bit to a club by the name of The Jungle, where we meet up with Ruth and Joan. Tara couldn't make it, as she was puking her guts out. Aren't flus great?
After we'd gotten a round of drinks for everyone (which ended up being a Bacardi smoothie thing that tasted like an orange creamsicle), one of the bouncers came in to get his coat, because there was an inch of snow on the ground. Upon hearing that, Trevor was very clad that he now had a scarf.

Now, in my group of friends, we have this odd habit of creating alternate personae for each other, based around some kind of central theme. Examples include Kiribion the Sad Ringwraith (from LotR), Darth Agatha the Star Wars Nerd, Linda the Tard, Captain Kat Scratch the Pirate, and Bianca McGradey the Cowgirl. More often than not, these personae are used merely as an excuse to talk in funny accents and act like idiots. And now I have another one: Sandra the Man.
From what I could gather over the loud music playing at the Jungle, Joan and Ruth thought it was funny when guys had names that were traditionally reserved for females, so they decided to pretend to be manly men with girly names. Thus they became Candy and Tiffany, and in the noise of the club they gave us all manly names (Sable's was Kiki, Chloe's was Sheena, and Trevor's was Molly) and we all screamed manly things at each other, like "KIKI WANTS A LAP DANCE!" or "SANDRA LIKES CHICKS AND BEER!"

Look, our fun doesn't have to make sense, m'kay? And yes, we do know we're nuts :P

The night continued on in much the same fashion, but soon the time came when both Sable and Trevor wanted to go home. And so, biding goodbye to the others, we headed out into the snow, and promptly decided to forgo a taxi ride in favour of walking home. Well, Trevor and Sable walked home. I had my MP3 player on, so I danced home XD