Friday night was a return to the usual as business returned both in a busy night of rides and the local natives performing to their standards. I have always appreciated a title that makes an allusion to the subject matter that is to precede.
The night until the midnight hour was particularly well behaved, my rides to that point were bar to bar or restaurant to bar. Some sober while others slightly drunk but nothing worth noting for entertainment. Then it happened, I think this was the start to my night officially taking a change thanks to karma wanting you the reader to be entertained. 12:30 I'm sitting at my usual Que line at Brazos and E 6th when a couple ask for a ride to a bar off of 5th and Congress. The guy ask if there is a bar that starts with an L at this location, and follows it up by with my friend sent me a drunk text and I don't think he spell it right."Is it Lanai?" Uh yeah it is.. well, spite the drunken state of your friend his spelling is spot on. I make the short trip with the couple to Lanai and drop them off, they tip me and the girl stops me right before I'm about to pedal off and ask me a question. Hey can you help me out, do you know where I can find some.... shelddfl, or some dkjlsdl. What? sorry can't help you. Maybe I just didn't hear her when she was speaking and had a misunderstanding, or maybe she asked for some substance that defines the concepts of the English language, quite disappointed she turns and mopes away.
As I start to pedal I hear my favorite thing of the night, "hey pedicab" I turn to look and see a guy and a girl approach the cab. The guy says goodnight and leaves, the girl turns back to me and ask for a lift back to her car. Pause... time stops, sweating resumes, my face most likely had some goofy look on it. She was simply stunning, absolutely beautiful. Time in... Uhhhh no worries where is your c-car? (damn little stutter) She hops in the cab and I start pedaling to the destination. Maybe it's the sense of bravado I attain by pedaling a cab around while constantly sweating in the summer air, but I was intrigued and struck up a conversation. I refer to the ol' reliable, "how's your night going?" and it moves on from their. Now to save yourself the exchange of dialogue I will clif-note the conversation for you.She is a twenty-something entrepreneur who has to get back early so she can go for a run in the morning... Check, and Check.. Perfect . After a 6 block conversation that has gone swimmingly in my mind, I arrive to her car for the drop off door side( to the inch) and help her out of the cab.
(End dream sequence) "Have a nice night night, and here is $3 I have some change if you want."
DAMN IT!(internal thought)
2am the last call scramble in Austin, waiting out front of Union Park I guy and girl ask to get a ride to the Whata-burger across the river, of course lets boogie. I come to find out they were both stationed at Ft. Hood in the Army and on leave for the weekend. Both where half a month away from being redeployed for tour in the middle east.. All the best.
After this pleasant experience with some very entertaining passengers I am glad to bring to you the best part of the night. 3am in front of Katz Deli with a fellow cab from my company, for the late night drunk eaters to catch a last ride of the night.When to very large guys walk out and immediately confront the two of us. I believe the conversation started, "Do you hippies do anything?, I bet you guys are very lazy" Right he's trashed. The guy starts going on this rant for 10 minutes blaming Bush and Obama for the current state of America being lazy and the shitty economical status and why he can't get a cab at 3am... All closely correlated, right. Now realizing the state of his sobriety I begin to regret my location at this time in place. I then interject and ask the guy what he does. He is a retired Marine along with his partner in crime. My question that has now backfired into a one sided monologue which roughly resembles a drastically reduced and wrong version of American history (Drunk History check it out He now starts accusing all members of the government of being selfish and corrupt... true. Then he is on point then starts accusing myself and the other driver of being non historical appreciating degenerates and that "we" are a cause for the depression that the US is about to enter... not true. All while attempting to hail a cab and saying that we don't work for money. (insert IRONY) AWESOME!
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