Go on now, go / Walk out the door
Apr. 18th, 2009 08:14 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
brennaRight now, I am almost done with a glass of apple juice, thinking about picking up where I left off on the chocolate bunny rectangle I accidentally left in the car and am now scraping away at with a fork. I probably won't, though, since I just had a plastic egg full of jelly beans. I got Easter candy from both my grandmother AND my parents this year. We are such a smart bunch of people, having so many holidays devoted to candy. I tell you.
This, just so you know, is the other type of entry you can expect from me. There are only the two. And a lot of these ones will be about how I saw something interesting when I don't even have a camera to show you with, because no cameras are any good.
So I definitely explored one abandoned, tore-up, decrepit-ass restaurant last night in the dark with a tiny keychain fla--
I can't even finish that word right now. Firefox spellchecker does not know "keychain." Augh. I don't think I'm going to import my LJ here, with all my other spellchecker moments, but you should know our battles have been many. Fields stained ... desaturated yellow ocher?... from irritation, shed over things like "Wiccan" and, at one point, "spellchecker." And lol. Honestly, Firefox, you are not the OED or something, you are a browser. WHAT IS THIS LOL; I AM NOT FAMILIAR WITH IT. IS IT FRENCH?
So, the restaurant. It was underneath the piano bar that I left my friends behind in because I don't even like bars, and certainly not ones where the piano guy not only refuses to perform "I Will Survive" when requested-- because apparently it is a song about how all men are pigs? I did not know this-- but belligerently interrupted the chick piano player forever so she could not play it either. The mood required that she not openly ask him what his problem was, but she held her turf pretty well, though she did it by calling out things like "THAT'S OKAY, WE WOMEN KNOW WHO'S REALLY IN CHARGE HERE" and getting loud cheers, and I wished that part could go differently as much I did the other. Seriously, people need to stop acting like we have to be enemies. How old are we, here?
So I wandered around the parking lot, and sat in the designated smoking area of some CompUSA offices where there were benches and trees, watching the light turn on and off on a timer... and wishing I had a big janitor-style sweepy broom to clean out the parking garage with, and getting some hot chocolate, until I finally decided that the ridiculosity had reached critical levels and texted, come what may, the epically and obviously passive-aggressive: are y'all about done?
AND THEY SAID NO.
So, the restaurant. I found it on my way back to find them and tell them "Screw you, I'm getting a taxi, A TAXI, DO YOU HEAR, pay attention to meeeee," when someone else tried the door thinking it was the entrance to said bar, as I had earlier, but found that the left-hand door was unlocked, as I had not. It was completely dark, but you could see from the outside light that it was all tiled and stuff... so I got out my new but already trusty keychain flashlight and INVESTIGATED.
The tile covered the entire place, but other than that it was completely stripped of all but the most permanent fixtures, like pillars and some island or salad bar or something. Bare concrete and exposed wires and no ceiling panels and secret clubhouse waiting to happen and win. And me and my tiny flashlight. I looked all around for good souvenirs, because that is what I do. Found a knife (as in silverware). Kept it. I mean, it might have been a key item in a puzzle later, the way things were going.
I kept almost leaving, because I'd never explored a whole abandoned building after midnight by myself before and I was jumping at noises. But I wasn't going to chicken out, and I wasn't all that proud of my fear of some extremely ill-defined category of bad people, and besides, I could only assume my friends still weren't done yet. So I finally moved on to the kitchen, which was, in a word, worse. If I had been in a movie, I would have died ten thousand times. In a back room I saw exactly one dead rat and, bizarrely, two generic Christmas ornaments. I tried taking them along too, but they would have been crushed in my purse and I needed my hands free for fighting off the crazed hobo zombie werewolf attackers that were surely calling themselves into being out of sheer sense of obligation because I was too dumb to live.
That didn't happen though. I didn't even get noticed for trespassing. I went straight up to the piano bar to do my A TAXI! thing because I had clearly done everything else there was to do. But they were leaving anyway, and they demanded to see the restaurant. So we went, and they approved, and correctly identified the person least likely to enjoy being left alone in the dark and left her alone in the dark, and made me take the Christmas ornaments home with me after all, and declined to be shown the dead rat, and made me feel like the coolest friend ever. And then we went home, and I wrote the previous post, and didn't go to bed till almost 5.
So that was yesterday. Today I killed a fly by slowing it down with spray adhesive first, but only because I didn't have any hairspray around, which works much better. Write that one down, for real. If you can get a fly in a good stream of hairspray, it will literally fall right out of the air. It's the best trick.
This, just so you know, is the other type of entry you can expect from me. There are only the two. And a lot of these ones will be about how I saw something interesting when I don't even have a camera to show you with, because no cameras are any good.
So I definitely explored one abandoned, tore-up, decrepit-ass restaurant last night in the dark with a tiny keychain fla--
I can't even finish that word right now. Firefox spellchecker does not know "keychain." Augh. I don't think I'm going to import my LJ here, with all my other spellchecker moments, but you should know our battles have been many. Fields stained ... desaturated yellow ocher?... from irritation, shed over things like "Wiccan" and, at one point, "spellchecker." And lol. Honestly, Firefox, you are not the OED or something, you are a browser. WHAT IS THIS LOL; I AM NOT FAMILIAR WITH IT. IS IT FRENCH?
So, the restaurant. It was underneath the piano bar that I left my friends behind in because I don't even like bars, and certainly not ones where the piano guy not only refuses to perform "I Will Survive" when requested-- because apparently it is a song about how all men are pigs? I did not know this-- but belligerently interrupted the chick piano player forever so she could not play it either. The mood required that she not openly ask him what his problem was, but she held her turf pretty well, though she did it by calling out things like "THAT'S OKAY, WE WOMEN KNOW WHO'S REALLY IN CHARGE HERE" and getting loud cheers, and I wished that part could go differently as much I did the other. Seriously, people need to stop acting like we have to be enemies. How old are we, here?
So I wandered around the parking lot, and sat in the designated smoking area of some CompUSA offices where there were benches and trees, watching the light turn on and off on a timer... and wishing I had a big janitor-style sweepy broom to clean out the parking garage with, and getting some hot chocolate, until I finally decided that the ridiculosity had reached critical levels and texted, come what may, the epically and obviously passive-aggressive: are y'all about done?
AND THEY SAID NO.
So, the restaurant. I found it on my way back to find them and tell them "Screw you, I'm getting a taxi, A TAXI, DO YOU HEAR, pay attention to meeeee," when someone else tried the door thinking it was the entrance to said bar, as I had earlier, but found that the left-hand door was unlocked, as I had not. It was completely dark, but you could see from the outside light that it was all tiled and stuff... so I got out my new but already trusty keychain flashlight and INVESTIGATED.
The tile covered the entire place, but other than that it was completely stripped of all but the most permanent fixtures, like pillars and some island or salad bar or something. Bare concrete and exposed wires and no ceiling panels and secret clubhouse waiting to happen and win. And me and my tiny flashlight. I looked all around for good souvenirs, because that is what I do. Found a knife (as in silverware). Kept it. I mean, it might have been a key item in a puzzle later, the way things were going.
I kept almost leaving, because I'd never explored a whole abandoned building after midnight by myself before and I was jumping at noises. But I wasn't going to chicken out, and I wasn't all that proud of my fear of some extremely ill-defined category of bad people, and besides, I could only assume my friends still weren't done yet. So I finally moved on to the kitchen, which was, in a word, worse. If I had been in a movie, I would have died ten thousand times. In a back room I saw exactly one dead rat and, bizarrely, two generic Christmas ornaments. I tried taking them along too, but they would have been crushed in my purse and I needed my hands free for fighting off the crazed hobo zombie werewolf attackers that were surely calling themselves into being out of sheer sense of obligation because I was too dumb to live.
That didn't happen though. I didn't even get noticed for trespassing. I went straight up to the piano bar to do my A TAXI! thing because I had clearly done everything else there was to do. But they were leaving anyway, and they demanded to see the restaurant. So we went, and they approved, and correctly identified the person least likely to enjoy being left alone in the dark and left her alone in the dark, and made me take the Christmas ornaments home with me after all, and declined to be shown the dead rat, and made me feel like the coolest friend ever. And then we went home, and I wrote the previous post, and didn't go to bed till almost 5.
So that was yesterday. Today I killed a fly by slowing it down with spray adhesive first, but only because I didn't have any hairspray around, which works much better. Write that one down, for real. If you can get a fly in a good stream of hairspray, it will literally fall right out of the air. It's the best trick.
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Date: 2009-04-19 06:29 am (UTC)That's almost always my reasoning, too. Because there's nothing worse than having to trek back through three floors of crazed hobo zombie werewolves because you accidentally left a piece of the Crest of Cutlery in the first floor dining room.
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Date: 2009-04-19 04:34 pm (UTC)dark and stormynight a few weeks ago, but lost my nerve when my friend accused me of leading her to her doom and ran away to get kebabs instead. I still regret it - who knows what loot could have been waiting for me, buried under all that old chip grease?Anyway, I wandered over from
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Date: 2009-04-19 04:56 pm (UTC)(Hooray and hello <3)
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Date: 2009-04-21 04:38 am (UTC)OMG, the stupid Firefox spell check! It used to never recognize dialogue, and it drove me absolutely insane. I
I applaud you for keeping the knife while exploring the creepy abandoned building, because that is totally also the way my brain works. I've played way too many text adventures and escape the room games, and it has warped my brain.
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Date: 2009-09-17 09:33 pm (UTC)Re: Hello my friends!
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