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Ramblings of the Epitome
2002-10-12 01:42:45 (UTC)

Staying home alone on a Friday flat on the floor looking back

Ahh, staying home alone on a Friday, flat on the floor
looking back on old love...or lack thereof. Wait a
second, that's a song! Well, looks like my buddy John
Mayer and I have something in common.

So it's Friday night and there's absolutely nothing at all
to do. I called a few people, they were either busy, or
going to Cinderella's, which I'm sure you can guess what
kind of place it is. I don't feel like spending $20 to
look at naked girls, just to spend another $10 on drinks
and gas. If I was a daring business man, I'd definitely
start up a strip club. Think of the money that could be
made. All I would have to pay is rent, taxes, and
salaries to the employees. Meanwhile, each person coming
in would be paying at least $30. I'll just have to file
that away with my counterfeiting and drug smuggling scheme.

So what has happened since the last time I posted? I use
the word posted because it seems that for the past couple
of months, all I do is post messages on Honda-tech.
Sportbikes.ws is my new thing now. Speaking of my lovely
supersport Gixxer, a couple of days ago, Amanda decided to
be brave and meet up with one of her Avalanche groupies.
Great, was it an Avalanche meet? Of course not. It was a
biker meet. Sweet! I donned a few layers of clothing and
zipped over to Amanda's. Since she never felt the real
coldness on a bike before, I lent her one of my jackets.
The ride there wasn't too bad. It took a little over an
hour to get near Trenton to the Hooters restaurant. As we
pulled in, I expected to see hundreds of street cruisers,
sport tourers, supersport bikes, etc. I looked around,
expecting to hear the familiar rumble of Vance Hines slip
on exhausts or to smell the sweet smell of burning
rubber. Sorry Ahmed. We saw about 6 bikes (All Honda
Valkyries) in one spot. Oh well, it wasn't much of a
meet, but we were there already so who could complain.
Apparently Amanda could. Before she hopped off the back
of the bike, she grabbed the phone and quickly dialed a
few of her friends to inform them of her crazy trip to see
the leather adorned 50 year old biker dudes.

Well, what more could we do than go eat. I made small
talk with Doug, who owned a nice Honda cruiser. We
migrated into the actual restaurant where both of us
ordered a large plate of mild wings. We started to devour
them, but in the end...it doesn't really matter...sorry.
In the end, there were about 7 or 8 wings left that we
couldn't finish. After some more small talk and a small
birthday celebration of one of the groupies, Amanda and I
had to be off again. I knew it was going to be cold, and
the groupies poked fun at her for wearing sandals. Lucky
she didn't mention to them that it was my recommendation
that she wore them.

As a side note, I noticed (after confirmation from Amanda)
that she isn't really a people person. Several times she
ignored the waitress's questions. I had to answer for
her. "Would you like another Coke? [silence] "Umm,
would you like another Coke?" [more silence] [Ahmed
chimes in] "Yes, she would like another Coke." I must
also say that our waitress was quite good looking. I
wonder if her dad was a drummer, cuz she was BANGIN!

We took a different way home, but at the same time, it
required us to traverse a larger highway, namely 295 and
I95. Of course, that meant it was going to be extra
cold. To help take her mind off of the cold, Amanda
shoved my poor Nokia cell phone into her helmet and
proceeded to call almost everyone she knew. Halfway into
the trip, I had to pee like a racehorse (or rather a
drunken racehouse about to break the seal) so I pulled
into a rest stop on the Turnpike. Once stopped, we both
realized how cold it actually was. Frozen Amanda got
herself a nice hot drink from Starbucks while I unloaded
in the restroom. I couldn't bear to see her frozen like
that, so I offered my last jacket to her.

Walking out of the rest stop building, she says to me, "I
hate you, Ahmed." A lady walking up to the building
looked at us and said back, "I would hate him too." I
thought that was quite amusing.

Crusing on the Turnpike in only my shirt, pants, and
fleece vest, I nearly blacked out because it was so cold.
I couldn't take the highway speed much longer, so I exited
early on Rt 18 so the wind would be less. I'm surprised
that I could even keep my hands on the bars, my arms were
shaking so hard. Riding past the bank on 516, I saw the
temperature reading of 39 degrees Farenheit. Wonderful.
Only 15 minutes left of riding before we both got home to
our warm homes.

Somehow we both made it to the Route 34 junction. This is
where the night gets even more interesting. I see a
Matawan police car leaving the Dunkin Donuts parking lot.
I'm slowing down to a red light, and since I don't want
the cop behind me long enough to read my plate, I make the
turn on red. Apparently, those few seconds were all he
needed to run my plates and get the vital info necessary
for a take down. I see him coming fast behind me, I knew
what would happen next. Before the disco cherries even
started flashing, I started to pull over into the
shoulder. I hear Amanda behind me, "Why are you slowing
down?" She looks back and simply exclaims, "You've got to
be fucking kidding me." I stop, take off my helmet, and
Amanda gets off and sits on the curb. The officer comes
up to me and says "I ran your plates and your license is
coming up suspended." Luckily I'm such a good BS'er or
maybe he felt sorry when he saw Amanda curled up in the
fetal position on the side of the road, but in the end, he
just let us go. As he checked my license status one more
time, I made sure to stand behind the motorcycle so he
wouldn't see the missing registration sticker on the rear
plate. I didn't even have a motorcycle license! I rule.

This short stop caused me not to make it any further than
my house. I had to stop and take the Acura home. At
least the Acura has heat. Oh beautiful beautiful heat. I
sneaked my way through the dangerous streets of Hazlet
keeping an eye out for random fuzz. Everything went off
without a hitch, and err, the package (Amanda) was dropped
off successfully. When I got back to my driveway and got
out of my heated car and into the cold again, I couldn't
believe that we rode over an hour in this. We were crazy,
but I knew that I loved every moment of it. And so did
Amanda, but she probably won't admit it.

If my memory serves me correct, the next day I had an
exam. Yup, a crazy exam that I got a score of 4 on...a 4
our of a possible 30. Oh well, it doesn't affect much.
Later on that day, Amanda and I went up to Rutgers to have
some grease truck sandwiches and meet up with some
people. Unfortunately, I had to park all the way on Busch
again and take a bus to and from College Ave. But that
was the end of any excitement. We went home and I dropped
Amanda off.

Yesterday, I decided to go a little crazy with Hannah.
She was somehow infatuated with these weird snacks called
Haw Flakes. So we decided to hit up some random Asian
food stores to find some haw. Once there, I introduced
her to the many variety of haw as well as the other snacks
that were there. We bought some. In the middle of all
the Asian craziness, we went to the Menlo Park mall. I
had to get shoes and a blue shirt for Amanda's family
wedding next Friday. I saw a few potential keepers, but
just to make sure, I had to make sure the master of blue
shirt/black pants was there with me. Eventually, when we
returned home, we successfully got these delicious gummy
things and MONSTER HAW! The day was a success.

Unfortunately, following the temporal trend of this entry,
I must move onto today's events. Having no class is
great, and sleeping till noon is great, but at the same
time, having absolutely nothing to do is not great. My
Revtech friends insist on seeing random naked girls at
some admitedly cheap strip joint. Amanda was out at the
gym and with her friend Megan. Nat didn't feel like doing
anything and is currently sitting at home watching TV. I
spoke with Kelly Rosing on IM and almost hung out with
her, but decided against it. I'm sure her parents
wouldn't enjoy some random Asian at her house at night
alone with their daughter.

Somewhere in all of this, I watched Crouching Tiger,
Hidden Dragon again. What a great movie. Too bad only a
select few can truly enjoy this movie. My mission to make
Jane watch it failed miserably. My mission to make Nat
watch it is in the process of failing. There is still
hope for Amanda, but I'm not sure.

The time is now 9:22pm and I'm still here. The night will
probably move onto honda-tech, sportbikes.ws, AIM,
television, finding some snacks in the fridge, more honda-
tech and AIM, and then finally sleep.

Until then, I'll hide in my bedroom
Staying up all night just to write
A love song for no one.




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