this morning i made randall teach me a few things on the bass. we have known each other for over ten years, and yet i've never really heard him play. although he was a bit rusty he still has skillz. afterwards i took my new tricks and headed over to anneh's house where we were having lazy band practice. i say lazy because we are living up to our name (the monarchs of laze) by only praticing once every 2 months or so. however this time we invited chuckles along. he actually has a gold record, and plays the ukulele, so it should be a good.
when anneh's roomie meg got home, we decided to call it quits and all of us headed over to little star where we met up with randall (btw, he's not joining our band because he is a funhater x10). we devoured some delicious pizzas, and then hustled on home. it was brisk out and i didn't have a coats.
ps. it took forever to get our table. this was because the people who were sitting at the table did not leave after paying their bill. they sat there for at least 10 minutes even though the restaurant was packed and the wait time ridiculous. why do people do things like this?