Well would you look at that? Three days of operation and still no core meltdowns. I think there’s just one word that describes that: WINNING!
For those of you just joining The Bones, welcome to the best bastion of hippies, hipsters, groovy cats, and music lovers in the world. Yeah. I said in the world. So there.
About a week ago, the lovely meat-bag that lives a few doors down began listening to a rather large amount of rap music. How do I know this, when he lives so many doors down? Why he thought it would be a wonderful idea to share! “My goodness!” Said he. “What ever would happen if I turn the volume dial as far up as it can possibly go on my phonograph?” Happily, his fingers decided to test out this experiment. The entire hall was gifted with bass lines that could send Japan running for cover. (Too soon?)
This was a situation that I gleefully recognized as “sharing time.” Swiftly as an eagle, I made a playlist consisting of the North Mississippi All Stars, Lyle Lovett and his Large Band, The Fratellis, and Gogol Bordello. “Sharing time” quite obviously went swimmingly. Sometimes dorm life can be fun.
So that was around mid afternoon. Obviously, I didn’t have much homework that day so I basically had an entire night ahead of me of raiding old content in World of Warcraft. Rather than do so, I decided to go hang out with my friend Jane. Jane’s a pretty hip cat. She actually gave me a voodoo doll once. Anyone who does that is alright in my book. Anyway, this was before she had turned twenty one, so rather than go to a bar, we decided to go to a hookah lounge around the Mount Pleasant area called Six.
For those of you not from the Mount Pleasant area, Six is a big dark room filled with black leather couches, party lights, fish tanks, and of course, hookahs. There’s generally a haze throughout the place and even if you’re not a smoker, like me, you’ll notice a really cool aroma through the place. They have all sorts of televisions going with MTV or something trendy like that and all the while they’re blaring some sort of music. It’s basically the polar opposite of Blue Midnight in the East Lansing area. Loud, full of pre-drunk frat boys, and presently drunk sorority girls. Great place to go to get psyched up for the Wayside and even better place to watch people make complete idiots out of themselves.
I think just about my favorite meathead at the place that night was a fine gentleman wearing a CMU hoodie who decided it would be completely brilliant to grab a lit coal from the top of his pipe. From what I could tell it was a “HEY LOOK WHAT I CAN DO!” Moment.
Drunks are fun. Their shenanigans, even more fun.
Long story short, cool place, don’t go there if loud top forty/rap really bugs you though. They tend to play a lot of “popular music” at night. Also, beware of prices. I know the majority of you reading this are on loans, so be aware that this place charges per hose, per bowl, and even per person!
Last thing I wanted to say: If ever the cool barista from Kaya reads this, props to you on knowing who the North Mississippi All Stars are! I salute you, sir!
Many Hugs and Many Kisses,
-Costello
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