the freeway slowdance

Rashad

Captain Ahab was playing at the Hot Monkey Love Cafe in El Cajon last night, and I went, with some friends of my flatmate (Sean) who drove down from Long Beach: Pouder, Rashad, Mark, Sam. We get to the door and we're pretty early, so they haven't started collecting the $5 cover charge yet, but the lady at the Cafe says she'll get it from us later. No problem. Pouder, Rashad, Mark and Sam head back out to their car, Sean and I wander about the Cafe checking it out. The lady walks up to us, says since we're the first couple of guys there, she'd just stamp our hands, no cover charge, we're cool. Great. We head back out to find the rest of the guys.

Rashad: $5? You guys never said it was $5.
Pouder: I've said it, like, 80 times. We had an entire conversation about it.
Rashad: If I had known it was $5, I never would have come. You never said -
Pouder: I fucking told you it was $5.
Rashad: I don't want to -
Sean: Listen. Regardless of who said what, you're here now. You can either pay the $5 or sit in the car the whole night.
Me: It's not like you're going to convince them to let you in free or anything.
Pouder: It's five dollars.
Rashad: Fine. I'll sit in the car.

...

5 hours later, after the show.
Me: Hey, is Rashad still in the car?
Sam: Yep.
Me: Nice.