Wednesday, Dec 16th, finals were over, and I may just have failed my Foundation of ChemE final (later found out I got a C). While in a bad mood and hanging with Foxy (the security guard, for future reference), we began talking about random guy stuff, girls (Foxy don’t like sports, so that topic is out). Then out of nowhere, he asked me what we should do that night, I simply suggested going to a strip club. And of course he agreed.
But after 30 minutes of searching, the only 18+ club we can find is Legz. The problem was that it is in West Virginia, and Foxy don’t get off ‘til 11PM, so we waited ‘til the next day to leave.
Thursday, Dec 17th, 6PM, I packed alcohol, a change of cloth, my breathalyzer, and $30. Foxy got back from the gym and picked me up in his BMW convertible to go to his house first. We got there, he showered then showed me a fight scene from final fantasy; it was pretty exciting. At the final fight, the guy’s sword split into like eight different weapons, and he just destroyed the enemy, damn awesome. On our way out, Foxy’s mom asked where we were going and he said to a strip club. Surprisingly his mom didn’t care, but only said something about don’t do cocaine and some random shit like that. I was dying of laughter.
The drive was standard: music, sing along, see some random hitchhiker, you know the deal. 1 hour and half later, we got in to burger king, and ordered dinner. I looked around and told Foxy: West Virginia girls aren’t looking too good right now. So we finished our food and head to Foxy’s sister’s apartment, which conveniently located 5 minutes walking distance from Legz. Got in, took a few shots, Foxy played with her cats, and we were off.
We didn’t try to sneak in the alcohol we had on us at first, we just hid it outside. This kinda pissed me off, Foxy was charged $5, but I was charged $15, just because I was underage, that’s bullshit. Now, even though this was the first time I was actually in a strip club, everything was expected, the lighting, the bar, the girls, nothing was out of ordinary. We sat down, watch a few dances, slipped a couple of dollar bills, etc. We then went out for a drink; Foxy forced me to take two large sips of a mixing drink with half of it being 151, that’s freaking 75%. I remember my stomach burning for at least a minute. Now we actually did sneak the bottle in. We then went to the bathroom; here’s the funny thing that happened. Foxy was blowing his nose in the stall, he’s weird like that. The bouncer literally pulled him out of the stall and asked if he was snorting coke. He pleaded with him and show the tissue he was blowing on, not a great scene. I was of course cracking up on the side. But man was I glad he didn’t take out the bottle we sneaked in.
I talked with a few stripper, found out one of them came all the way from California to work as a stripper, while most others go to school somewhere. I complained to one about being underage. I then played pool with a strip and lost; what a shame. Most strippers only talk to you so they can give you a lap dance, but I didn’t mind. All I needed to say was “I’m underage and I only have eight dollars” if I don’t feel like wasting my time talking.
Foxy went back to his sister’s to get rid of the bottle. He brought back her fiancée, James, who happened to work there as a bouncer. We just chilled a bit, and James told us to go watch Sidney dance. We did and that was probably the best 3 dollars I ever spent, she was amazing, sexy, a great pole dancer, and everything about her was great. She even gave us all a hug on the way out. We left at like 12:30, about 4 hours after we got there.
Funny how Foxy’s family function, during their conversations, if I don’t hear the words vagina, girls, sex, and anything related, something was wrong. His sister and Foxy gave each other massages. She tried to pull me in because I apparently looked lonely, but I told her I’ll let them keep that in the family. Foxy then started to complain that he wanted to go back home; I wanted to stay for the night. After a back and forth battle, he finally won at 2AM, just because he wouldn’t stop whining. His sister at least offered me some leftover chicken finger from Texas Road House. It was the most amazing chicken finger ever; I was pissed that I wouldn’t be able to go there the next day for lunch, there’s only one in West Virginia and none near where I live.
Since Foxy was still a bit drunk and I was only sleepy and completely sober, I decided it was best if I drive. I remember Foxy complaining I was drinking too slow, which was true, I was going 50 on a 70 highway, but I was trying to get used to his car. It was fucking 4AM, and I was driving; that was just a recipe for disaster. There were a few close calls along the way (almost hitting a giant ass truck, almost drove off the highway); I did doze off a few times, but luckily I got back scratch free.
We filled up the car with gas, and I went back to my apartment. Told my roommate what happened and I passed out on my bed.
Thursday, December 17, 2009
Saturday, November 28, 2009
Jazz Party
This is the first time ever that I have gone out twice in one week; this is the beginning of the end, as I have gone out twice every week after this. It’s really a bad habit, but it is too good to stop. This Saturday, Suren invited me to the party hosted by people of jazz band. I had no other choice, so I went. This was also the first night I hang out with Foxy outside of work.
This party was relatively boring, but hey, everything was free, so I went to town. After a few shots and some mix drinks, I started to try different varieties. Somehow, I had a great idea: why don’t I mix wine, rum, and grape juice. It was the nastiest shit I have ever drunk. It tasted like a hybrid of horse poop and lemonade, a slight of sweetness in a bowl of disgust. I could not finish that drink; about 2 sips into it, I just dumped that glass at a corner and moved on with my business.
Then, I saw this girl looking at a wall full of pictures of good looking actors, so I walked over and said, “saw anything you like?”
“Lots, that one’s good, oh, that one, and of course that one.” She pointed.
We spent the next 30 minutes talked to her. I found out her name is Katie. Foxy joined in the conversation. I remember arguing with her about this picture. I was 100% convinced that it was Steve Carell. She didn’t think so. To this day, I still don’t know who that guy is. No matter, who really care? Although everyone I talked to told me that I was the one who was wrong.
After she left, me and Foxy went downstairs and we started to play beer pong with these two girls: one was really good looking and thin, the other was fat and look like a man. I don’t remember ever asking for their names. It was a hard back and forth battle, but eventually, we caved. The manly girl made the game coming shot. She was trashing talking us, which was weird behavior for a girl, but then again, she did look like a man.
About 2 minutes later, I was in line for the bathroom, and that same manly girl punched me in the chest and cut in front me. I was of course not happy. I remember yelling something like “What the fuck is wrong with you, you bitch.” And believe me, I meant it.
On the way back, because Foxy’s car only has 2 seats, me and Suren had to cram into 1 set and it was very uncomfortable.
This party was relatively boring, but hey, everything was free, so I went to town. After a few shots and some mix drinks, I started to try different varieties. Somehow, I had a great idea: why don’t I mix wine, rum, and grape juice. It was the nastiest shit I have ever drunk. It tasted like a hybrid of horse poop and lemonade, a slight of sweetness in a bowl of disgust. I could not finish that drink; about 2 sips into it, I just dumped that glass at a corner and moved on with my business.
Then, I saw this girl looking at a wall full of pictures of good looking actors, so I walked over and said, “saw anything you like?”
“Lots, that one’s good, oh, that one, and of course that one.” She pointed.
We spent the next 30 minutes talked to her. I found out her name is Katie. Foxy joined in the conversation. I remember arguing with her about this picture. I was 100% convinced that it was Steve Carell. She didn’t think so. To this day, I still don’t know who that guy is. No matter, who really care? Although everyone I talked to told me that I was the one who was wrong.
After she left, me and Foxy went downstairs and we started to play beer pong with these two girls: one was really good looking and thin, the other was fat and look like a man. I don’t remember ever asking for their names. It was a hard back and forth battle, but eventually, we caved. The manly girl made the game coming shot. She was trashing talking us, which was weird behavior for a girl, but then again, she did look like a man.
About 2 minutes later, I was in line for the bathroom, and that same manly girl punched me in the chest and cut in front me. I was of course not happy. I remember yelling something like “What the fuck is wrong with you, you bitch.” And believe me, I meant it.
On the way back, because Foxy’s car only has 2 seats, me and Suren had to cram into 1 set and it was very uncomfortable.
Friday, November 20, 2009
The Double Agent
This will be a relatively short entry. There is about one thing that happened this night that worth noting. Whitey called and asked if I’m going out. And being the jackass that I am, I told her “Is that even a fucking question. Just get to my place by 9:30, don’t be late.” I wanted to go the Pi Lam’s highlighter party, and the facebook event said 400 people were going. Therefore, I had to get there early or else I’m not getting any beer. Of course, I forgot one thing, WOMEN ARE SLOW. They didn’t meet me until 10:30; I wasn’t happy, but I couldn’t do much. On our way to Pi Lam, the people walking back told us the beers were already gone.
The girls were apologizing but I couldn’t care less. I began walking toward South Oakland hoping to find something. 15 minutes later, we went into TKE. I didn’t want to pay so I sneaked in and used a random cup. That cup was filled with beer, so I had no complaint.
After I finished it, I went downstairs to get more. Out of nowhere, this good looking girl pulled me aside (I was sober at the moment, this means she would be the hottest girl in the world by the time I’m drunk). She asked me whether I’m Alex. I didn’t want to say no and end the conversation, so I asked her how she knew me.
She said “We met at Einstein’s, we were both waiting in line to get food.”
“I still don’t remember you.”
“I’m the girl with the ponytail, you are Alex, the sociology major. We talked about some sociology”
“Oooh, I remember you now, the ponytail girl, of course.”
I did not know her at all, but I was on my game and kept bullshiting. I can’t remember what we talked about, but it lasted a decent amount time, until I found out that she has a boyfriend. So I walked away. I couldn’t believe how good I was at pretending to be someone knowing only his name and major.
Later that night, I told another girl that I was Steve. But I don’t think anything interest happened.
We then went back to our respective dorms.
The girls were apologizing but I couldn’t care less. I began walking toward South Oakland hoping to find something. 15 minutes later, we went into TKE. I didn’t want to pay so I sneaked in and used a random cup. That cup was filled with beer, so I had no complaint.
After I finished it, I went downstairs to get more. Out of nowhere, this good looking girl pulled me aside (I was sober at the moment, this means she would be the hottest girl in the world by the time I’m drunk). She asked me whether I’m Alex. I didn’t want to say no and end the conversation, so I asked her how she knew me.
She said “We met at Einstein’s, we were both waiting in line to get food.”
“I still don’t remember you.”
“I’m the girl with the ponytail, you are Alex, the sociology major. We talked about some sociology”
“Oooh, I remember you now, the ponytail girl, of course.”
I did not know her at all, but I was on my game and kept bullshiting. I can’t remember what we talked about, but it lasted a decent amount time, until I found out that she has a boyfriend. So I walked away. I couldn’t believe how good I was at pretending to be someone knowing only his name and major.
Later that night, I told another girl that I was Steve. But I don’t think anything interest happened.
We then went back to our respective dorms.
Friday, November 13, 2009
The Puking Girl
Like any usual Friday nights, it was time to head out to party. Barney, KMo and I walked over to dithridge hoping to discover a magical person standing outside their door and asking us for five dollars. This was apparently not very magical as we found a place without trying much. It seemed like a great party at first: there were lots of people, canned beer so no line, and some pretty good looking girls (I was sober at this point and they are good looking, that’s saying something). I naturally started drinking, but the party ran out of beer and had to get a keg, which is a lot nastier beer. I still sucked it up and drank; you have no idea how five dollars can motivate you to drink the nasty shit, and of course I wanted to be drunk.
Just moments of getting there, Barney already started to talk to one chick. I remember thinking to myself: nice work buddy, but later I found out that was his friend that he had no chance with, tough luck. Then, out of nowhere, this girl started talking to me, her name is Lauren (I know, I’m impressed by myself that I remembered her name). We seemed to get along, I can’t remember what we talked about, but I can assure that it was useless.
The only thing I remember her telling me was that she wanted a cigarette, and KMo so happened to have two for the each of us. We took the cigarettes and headed to the porch, where I lit one up and had to pretend that I was smoking. I know I would regret that one cigarette the next day, but I also want a chance with that girl, so I compromised with myself and took that middle option. We smoked and talked, and soon enough, we started making out. The funny thing that I remember was a random guy on the porch asking me, “Do you like butts or boobs?” Out of nowhere, I grabbed her boobs and said I like these better, haha. I still chuckle when I think about this. She didn’t seem to mind. I remember thinking, “this would be my lucky night.” However, the night played itself out differently.
Sometime from 12 to 1AM, she started to look terrible. It was because my beer goggles were wearing off, she looked like she was about to vomit. I thought to myself, “I’m getting out of this one.” I’m pretty sure I heard her vomit just as I walked back into the party. After telling Barney and KMo about this, Barney thought it was cool that I stayed and did not leave him with no place to stay, bros before hoes right? But KMo was pissed because apparently, I have to seal the deal every time, even if the girl vomits.
KMo did not shut up about this the entire night, he talked through our walk to the O, and the walk back to Forbes Craig. Me and Barney just nodded and pretended we agree. When KMo left, I told Barney, “let’s just agree with him whatever he says, we can believe whatever the fuck we want.”
Here’s the weird part of the night, I had to pee, so we went into the cathedral lawn. I could have just peed next to a tree, I could have peed in a bathroom in the cathedral, and I could have even held it for just a bit longer until we get back. But no, I had to climb a tree, and pee off of it. I was damn glad I didn’t fell. Damn glad. I asked Barney the next morning, “why the fuck did you let me climb a tree when I was completely hammered?” It was a funny scene.
Just moments of getting there, Barney already started to talk to one chick. I remember thinking to myself: nice work buddy, but later I found out that was his friend that he had no chance with, tough luck. Then, out of nowhere, this girl started talking to me, her name is Lauren (I know, I’m impressed by myself that I remembered her name). We seemed to get along, I can’t remember what we talked about, but I can assure that it was useless.
The only thing I remember her telling me was that she wanted a cigarette, and KMo so happened to have two for the each of us. We took the cigarettes and headed to the porch, where I lit one up and had to pretend that I was smoking. I know I would regret that one cigarette the next day, but I also want a chance with that girl, so I compromised with myself and took that middle option. We smoked and talked, and soon enough, we started making out. The funny thing that I remember was a random guy on the porch asking me, “Do you like butts or boobs?” Out of nowhere, I grabbed her boobs and said I like these better, haha. I still chuckle when I think about this. She didn’t seem to mind. I remember thinking, “this would be my lucky night.” However, the night played itself out differently.
Sometime from 12 to 1AM, she started to look terrible. It was because my beer goggles were wearing off, she looked like she was about to vomit. I thought to myself, “I’m getting out of this one.” I’m pretty sure I heard her vomit just as I walked back into the party. After telling Barney and KMo about this, Barney thought it was cool that I stayed and did not leave him with no place to stay, bros before hoes right? But KMo was pissed because apparently, I have to seal the deal every time, even if the girl vomits.
KMo did not shut up about this the entire night, he talked through our walk to the O, and the walk back to Forbes Craig. Me and Barney just nodded and pretended we agree. When KMo left, I told Barney, “let’s just agree with him whatever he says, we can believe whatever the fuck we want.”
Here’s the weird part of the night, I had to pee, so we went into the cathedral lawn. I could have just peed next to a tree, I could have peed in a bathroom in the cathedral, and I could have even held it for just a bit longer until we get back. But no, I had to climb a tree, and pee off of it. I was damn glad I didn’t fell. Damn glad. I asked Barney the next morning, “why the fuck did you let me climb a tree when I was completely hammered?” It was a funny scene.
Saturday, October 31, 2009
Halloween Night
Halloween night, I knew this night was going to be weirdly fun. However, the night didn’t start well. Katie, Chloe and I went to the Halloween store the day before, only to realize that all the costumes were overpriced and not all that well designed. Out of nowhere, I was informed by Drea that she had a wig that made me look like a member of KISS. So guess what, I did end up as Ace from KISS, with the star makeup and all, after going makeup shopping with Drea. I remember telling her “That cashier must think that I am so whipped to be paying for your makeup.” She of course ended up laughing. I then went up to Panther, to pick up the delivery from Nyquist; he did scare me a bit by showing the handle in front of the security guard, but he didn’t care. Next came the dreaded walk back to Forbes Craig.
At about 10PM, DLew called and we were ready to go. I drank a few shots of Vlady, nasty stuff. So we began walking toward Speakeasy’s block party, only to be disappointed. We then followed a crowd of people to Pi Lam, and again to realize that it was closed. Out of nowhere, I realized Kevin was in that party, so after a series of texts and calls, I found the backdoor he mentioned and got in free. I walked down the basement to get beer. The moment I got down there, it felt like swimming in the ocean. The entire floor was covered with liquid; I tried not to imagine what the liquid was, it’s just beer was my thought, and of course being buzzed does help with not caring about anything.
Here’s where it got blurry. I remember buying 3 jello shots off Larry, chucking a can of beer (terrible idea when you are drunk), grinding with a slutty nurse (that was her costume, there’s somewhat a story with that), DLew texting me at 12AM telling me he’s leaving, and possibly other things.
Now, the story with the slutty nurse. I went over and asked if she want to dance, she said yes and we danced; I was drinking during dancing so I’m almost certain I spilled something on her. Then her friend came over and she started talking to her. I told her I’ll be right back, and then went over to check on Kevin. I’m glad I did, because Kevin was guarding the fridge, a fridge with 3 trays of jello shots. I naturally took a lot. I then went back to the slutty nurse… (10 minutes of black period later)…She was riding me like we were making out. I didn’t know what happened, and at that time never bothered to ask. Besides, I didn’t want to look like a douche bag and ask her what we did moments after whatever we did. Did I mention I found a hat to go with my wig? Probably shouldn’t have put it on my head immediately, since I found it in the sea of liquids. Then the slutty nurse’s friend wanted to leave, so she left too. You know girls always leave in packs.
Kevin wanted to leave since Pi Lam ran out, and so we did. He brought along another dude from Mt. Lebo, David I think, and we went back to Speakeasy, sneaked into one of the houses, and tried to steal a handle of vodka. Too bad Kevin was stupid enough to ask the guy sitting next to it if we can take it. So that never worked out, and Kevin and David just stole a Gatorade and some random mix drink. And thus end the night, of course with the help of Kevin’s Iphone’s GPS, we were able to get back to our respective dorms. I then passed out on the couch, I know that because I woke up on the couch and I don’t sleep walk.
At about 10PM, DLew called and we were ready to go. I drank a few shots of Vlady, nasty stuff. So we began walking toward Speakeasy’s block party, only to be disappointed. We then followed a crowd of people to Pi Lam, and again to realize that it was closed. Out of nowhere, I realized Kevin was in that party, so after a series of texts and calls, I found the backdoor he mentioned and got in free. I walked down the basement to get beer. The moment I got down there, it felt like swimming in the ocean. The entire floor was covered with liquid; I tried not to imagine what the liquid was, it’s just beer was my thought, and of course being buzzed does help with not caring about anything.
Here’s where it got blurry. I remember buying 3 jello shots off Larry, chucking a can of beer (terrible idea when you are drunk), grinding with a slutty nurse (that was her costume, there’s somewhat a story with that), DLew texting me at 12AM telling me he’s leaving, and possibly other things.
Now, the story with the slutty nurse. I went over and asked if she want to dance, she said yes and we danced; I was drinking during dancing so I’m almost certain I spilled something on her. Then her friend came over and she started talking to her. I told her I’ll be right back, and then went over to check on Kevin. I’m glad I did, because Kevin was guarding the fridge, a fridge with 3 trays of jello shots. I naturally took a lot. I then went back to the slutty nurse… (10 minutes of black period later)…She was riding me like we were making out. I didn’t know what happened, and at that time never bothered to ask. Besides, I didn’t want to look like a douche bag and ask her what we did moments after whatever we did. Did I mention I found a hat to go with my wig? Probably shouldn’t have put it on my head immediately, since I found it in the sea of liquids. Then the slutty nurse’s friend wanted to leave, so she left too. You know girls always leave in packs.
Kevin wanted to leave since Pi Lam ran out, and so we did. He brought along another dude from Mt. Lebo, David I think, and we went back to Speakeasy, sneaked into one of the houses, and tried to steal a handle of vodka. Too bad Kevin was stupid enough to ask the guy sitting next to it if we can take it. So that never worked out, and Kevin and David just stole a Gatorade and some random mix drink. And thus end the night, of course with the help of Kevin’s Iphone’s GPS, we were able to get back to our respective dorms. I then passed out on the couch, I know that because I woke up on the couch and I don’t sleep walk.
Friday, October 23, 2009
Homecoming
It’s Friday and Homecoming weekend, which means that it is time to party. LDew had asked to join me for a party and I agreed. However, I was unable to find any party at around 9PM, so I told DLew that I wouldn’t go out that night. My friends and I just went to the top of the cathedral and watched the homecoming fireworks.
The out of nowhere, Barney called and asked if I want to join them to a party, to which I naturally responded yes. Barney and Kevin came up to the cathedral and watched the fireworks and then we were ready to head out. We walked up the hill to SAE next the perch. I personally have never been there, but I heard they throw a hell of a party. The moment we got there, I almost backed out of going because we saw Officer Chan walk into the party. 5 seconds later, a guy with a keg over his shoulders ran out of the frat house and hid the keg in his car. We wisely chose to sit at a bench until the Officer Chan left.
5 minutes later, Kevin became impatient and wanted to go in, so we did. The party was crazy. There were at least 200 people there, even a kid in a wheelchair. He got around okay, and of course Kevin took a picture. Our next move involved locating the keg and surrounding it until we get enough. This objective was easily accomplished and we chucked a few and I was feeling happy. However, 30 minutes into the party, some dude pulled the fire alarm and we had to get out asap, because more cops would be arriving in matter of minutes.
None of us wanted the night to end just yet, so we headed down to south Oakland and went to the drumline house. I told the guy that I won’t be drinking from the keg, I’ll just get some shots, so I got in for free. Of course I lied about not drinking, and I found a cup, washed it, and used it. I admit that I had a bit too much this night. Here’s why. I saw the girl I met a week ago, her name is Shannon, not Blondie. She actually had to tell us how to get home. We were on atwood and forbes, and we couldn’t get to craig and forbes. All we had to do it walk in one direction. After we discovered our way, we got back to my room, Kevin headed back to Sutherland, and Barney passed out on the couch.
The next morning, we woke up at 9AM to go to the Pitt vs. USF homecoming game. I woke up drunk, so the bus ride was especially painful. I felt like throwing up the entire ride. Barney and I decided it would be a good idea if we eat some food, so we headed to McDonald in Downtown. I felt sick and went into the bathroom, and threw up there. Afterward, I felt great; maybe it was because I felt to shitty just minutes before that made the aftermath so great.
After McDonald, we went to the game and watched Pitt crushing USF. Great night.
The out of nowhere, Barney called and asked if I want to join them to a party, to which I naturally responded yes. Barney and Kevin came up to the cathedral and watched the fireworks and then we were ready to head out. We walked up the hill to SAE next the perch. I personally have never been there, but I heard they throw a hell of a party. The moment we got there, I almost backed out of going because we saw Officer Chan walk into the party. 5 seconds later, a guy with a keg over his shoulders ran out of the frat house and hid the keg in his car. We wisely chose to sit at a bench until the Officer Chan left.
5 minutes later, Kevin became impatient and wanted to go in, so we did. The party was crazy. There were at least 200 people there, even a kid in a wheelchair. He got around okay, and of course Kevin took a picture. Our next move involved locating the keg and surrounding it until we get enough. This objective was easily accomplished and we chucked a few and I was feeling happy. However, 30 minutes into the party, some dude pulled the fire alarm and we had to get out asap, because more cops would be arriving in matter of minutes.
None of us wanted the night to end just yet, so we headed down to south Oakland and went to the drumline house. I told the guy that I won’t be drinking from the keg, I’ll just get some shots, so I got in for free. Of course I lied about not drinking, and I found a cup, washed it, and used it. I admit that I had a bit too much this night. Here’s why. I saw the girl I met a week ago, her name is Shannon, not Blondie. She actually had to tell us how to get home. We were on atwood and forbes, and we couldn’t get to craig and forbes. All we had to do it walk in one direction. After we discovered our way, we got back to my room, Kevin headed back to Sutherland, and Barney passed out on the couch.
The next morning, we woke up at 9AM to go to the Pitt vs. USF homecoming game. I woke up drunk, so the bus ride was especially painful. I felt like throwing up the entire ride. Barney and I decided it would be a good idea if we eat some food, so we headed to McDonald in Downtown. I felt sick and went into the bathroom, and threw up there. Afterward, I felt great; maybe it was because I felt to shitty just minutes before that made the aftermath so great.
After McDonald, we went to the game and watched Pitt crushing USF. Great night.
Friday, October 9, 2009
The Limo Ride
It’s finally Friday, and I desperately needed a break from homework, studying, and tests. Luckily, Suren and I were invited to a drumline party. The first 30 minutes were the same as usual, talking among ourselves, while drinking juice. However, amazingly, I just so happen to meet a chemical engineering from my Foundation class, what are the chances. We complained about the test next week for a bit, then this girl, introduced herself and her apparently crazy boyfriend, who happened to wear a bull/bullet Jordan jersey. I decided to not talk to her too much, just in case. Then a strange thing happened, her friend started to talk to us about Dragonball Z, so happens that I watched that show. It’s just weird to talk to a girl about anime. We talked a bit, but they left for Dithridge.
After a few more cups, I decided to let my stomach settle down a bit, and went upstairs, where, according to my phone; I met “blondie with ex” outside the bathroom. Moments later, we ended up on the couch. She started to talk to another guy, while I talked to her friend, named Christy, I believe, let’s just call her that for simplicity sake. This is the moment blondie whispered to my ear “my friend makes out with everyone at the part.” Christy and I were just starting to hit it off, but her heartbroken guy friend came and she had to take him home. That’s when I heard the sob story, according to blondie, he broke up with her but then wanted her back, but she won’t do it anymore. To say the truth, I was bit a bored, but I kept my attention.
I went downstairs for another cup, but then everyone started to panic, and I was told that the cops were on their way. I quickly finish my last cup, which was a bad idea, and rushed out of the house. Suren and I didn’t want the night to end too early, so we decided to go downtown and hit Pegasus, I invited blondie but she seemed too far gone to get there. When a bus finally came, we hopped on it and went straight to Pegasus; it took a while to find it at 1:30AM on a rainy day in Pittsburgh. When we got there, we found out that Pegasus will stay open for another 30minutes.
Suren suggested we hit G-spot, I agreed, and thus began the long journey to 1900 Smallmen Street. We passed Question Club, and asked the security guard/cop there direction. It was then when we realized we are in the strip at 2AM, and couldn’t find G-spot. We gave up and walked back to downtown trying to catch the last bus.
At fifth and Smithfield, we saw 2 gay guys and tall Jeff and bisexual Jamie waiting for the bus as well, apparently they waited for an hour and no bus came so they called a cab, which never came either. Funny thing, a limo passed and one of the gay guy went over to ask, the limo driver promised to take us to Oakland for 40 bucks, but he had to go to Hilton first. About 20 minutes later, after 5 cabs passed us, the limo finally showed up and we went it. First time I ever rode in a limo was at 3AM going back home. He took a bunch of pictures and I’ll try to get them. We got home, and chilled a bit with James Toye and Co., who were smoking cigars outside. I went to my room and fell asleep on my bed, ending a night of fun at 3:27AM. This is what college should be, at least on Fridays.
After a few more cups, I decided to let my stomach settle down a bit, and went upstairs, where, according to my phone; I met “blondie with ex” outside the bathroom. Moments later, we ended up on the couch. She started to talk to another guy, while I talked to her friend, named Christy, I believe, let’s just call her that for simplicity sake. This is the moment blondie whispered to my ear “my friend makes out with everyone at the part.” Christy and I were just starting to hit it off, but her heartbroken guy friend came and she had to take him home. That’s when I heard the sob story, according to blondie, he broke up with her but then wanted her back, but she won’t do it anymore. To say the truth, I was bit a bored, but I kept my attention.
I went downstairs for another cup, but then everyone started to panic, and I was told that the cops were on their way. I quickly finish my last cup, which was a bad idea, and rushed out of the house. Suren and I didn’t want the night to end too early, so we decided to go downtown and hit Pegasus, I invited blondie but she seemed too far gone to get there. When a bus finally came, we hopped on it and went straight to Pegasus; it took a while to find it at 1:30AM on a rainy day in Pittsburgh. When we got there, we found out that Pegasus will stay open for another 30minutes.
Suren suggested we hit G-spot, I agreed, and thus began the long journey to 1900 Smallmen Street. We passed Question Club, and asked the security guard/cop there direction. It was then when we realized we are in the strip at 2AM, and couldn’t find G-spot. We gave up and walked back to downtown trying to catch the last bus.
At fifth and Smithfield, we saw 2 gay guys and tall Jeff and bisexual Jamie waiting for the bus as well, apparently they waited for an hour and no bus came so they called a cab, which never came either. Funny thing, a limo passed and one of the gay guy went over to ask, the limo driver promised to take us to Oakland for 40 bucks, but he had to go to Hilton first. About 20 minutes later, after 5 cabs passed us, the limo finally showed up and we went it. First time I ever rode in a limo was at 3AM going back home. He took a bunch of pictures and I’ll try to get them. We got home, and chilled a bit with James Toye and Co., who were smoking cigars outside. I went to my room and fell asleep on my bed, ending a night of fun at 3:27AM. This is what college should be, at least on Fridays.
Friday, May 1, 2009
The Pegasus Summer Tour
It was a normal day today, just sitting at home looking at the computer screen as usual. Then I remembered that Whitey and her friends planned to go to Pegasus today, I figured I will tag alone. I didn’t have high expectations, as the last few times I went was fun but not extraordinarily exciting.
May 1st was a bit strange. We got lost going there; it wasn’t a good sign. Then we met Jinshi’s newly found boyfriend, a horribly mannered boy covered with rings and other junks. Then we went in to the club, didn’t seem like many people came, since most college kids are home.
I thought maybe I will just dance around Whitey and her friends; anything I do with friends is more fun than with family, right. As usual, at midnight, I decided to try my luck and go out hunting, and for the 1st time, I went solo.
Met girl #1, pale, 7/10, dressed sluttish i.e. lots of cleavage, and danced with her for a bit, she was a pretty good dancer, and I was surprised as to how well I did. I then went on to another one, girl #2, 5.5/10, lots of cleavage as well. She is the freaky one; I knew she was freaky the moment I felt her belly button ring, no normal girls ever get that. She did what most girl did, move side to side, up and stuff, spinning, etc.
Then it got weirder, she dragged in a fat guy, and me and that guy sandwiched her. I tried to leave, but she kept her hand on my ass, so it was hard to just disappear. So, to show that I’m the one dancing with her, I drew her closer, and started to move my hands up and down. So, for the second time in Pegasus, I was able to reach 2nd base. However, I decided not to stop there, and went further, down her pants.
Later, this was over, and I thought to myself that was a pretty good run, but I need something fresh. A couple minutes later, I saw that fat guy dancing with girl #2 again. I thought to myself, “what a loser.” Walked passed him, and girl #3 started to grind with me, I responded, and we even talked for a bit. It was hard to talk over the loud stereo, but somehow we managed. She told me her name, which I can’t recall.
At around 1:15AM, we left the club, and on the way back, I told Whitey my story, and first she didn’t believe me, then she began to complain about STDs and how nasty I am for going to 3rd base. I did nothing wrong, and there’s nothing wrong with trying to hook up. Let’s just say with their help, I managed to turn a boring night at home into an amazing night. Did I mention that I didn’t have to initiate dancing with any of the three girls, they came on to me. When I woke up the next morning, it all seemed to be a dream. I was way too successful at the club, even without a wingman. On the other hand, I was sure that I went out because my parents asked me questions. Oh well, it is over, and maybe something else can happen soon. Peace out dumbass.
May 1st was a bit strange. We got lost going there; it wasn’t a good sign. Then we met Jinshi’s newly found boyfriend, a horribly mannered boy covered with rings and other junks. Then we went in to the club, didn’t seem like many people came, since most college kids are home.
I thought maybe I will just dance around Whitey and her friends; anything I do with friends is more fun than with family, right. As usual, at midnight, I decided to try my luck and go out hunting, and for the 1st time, I went solo.
Met girl #1, pale, 7/10, dressed sluttish i.e. lots of cleavage, and danced with her for a bit, she was a pretty good dancer, and I was surprised as to how well I did. I then went on to another one, girl #2, 5.5/10, lots of cleavage as well. She is the freaky one; I knew she was freaky the moment I felt her belly button ring, no normal girls ever get that. She did what most girl did, move side to side, up and stuff, spinning, etc.
Then it got weirder, she dragged in a fat guy, and me and that guy sandwiched her. I tried to leave, but she kept her hand on my ass, so it was hard to just disappear. So, to show that I’m the one dancing with her, I drew her closer, and started to move my hands up and down. So, for the second time in Pegasus, I was able to reach 2nd base. However, I decided not to stop there, and went further, down her pants.
Later, this was over, and I thought to myself that was a pretty good run, but I need something fresh. A couple minutes later, I saw that fat guy dancing with girl #2 again. I thought to myself, “what a loser.” Walked passed him, and girl #3 started to grind with me, I responded, and we even talked for a bit. It was hard to talk over the loud stereo, but somehow we managed. She told me her name, which I can’t recall.
At around 1:15AM, we left the club, and on the way back, I told Whitey my story, and first she didn’t believe me, then she began to complain about STDs and how nasty I am for going to 3rd base. I did nothing wrong, and there’s nothing wrong with trying to hook up. Let’s just say with their help, I managed to turn a boring night at home into an amazing night. Did I mention that I didn’t have to initiate dancing with any of the three girls, they came on to me. When I woke up the next morning, it all seemed to be a dream. I was way too successful at the club, even without a wingman. On the other hand, I was sure that I went out because my parents asked me questions. Oh well, it is over, and maybe something else can happen soon. Peace out dumbass.
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
April Fool's Fool
April fool’s has always been a great holiday. All the lovely and caring pranks played on your dearest friends just prove how much you care for them.
April fool’s began slightly early for us. Around midnight, I found Nyquist and asked if he wants to play a prank on Zilberman, my roommate at the time. He naturally agreed. It took us about 30 minutes to decide what our master plan is. And we came up with the most ingenious idea.
I called Zilberman at around 1AM and said I locked myself out, so he need to get back ASAP so I can go to bed. Being super duper puncture, he got back at 2AM. I’m the luckiest guy in the world. He opened the door for me and he was also ready for bed. He brushed up, and I told him to keep the bathroom light on so I can brush up as well. He didn’t suspect anything and started to strip off his cloth and began to climb up the ladder to the top bunk. 1 step, 2 steps, 3 steps, 4 steps, 5 steps, and BOOM, Nyquist jumped out under the cover and screamed “Hey Baby.” Zilb freaked out, but strangely continued to climb up the ladder. Imagine this scene, two guys only in their boxers lying on their bed, facing each other, each yelling at each other. Sean lost the cover, and Zilb had his head inside the cover, as if he was trying to peak into something. I almost died laughing.
The day progress as most April fools day go. Adam Johnson and Thom Wilson came to myself and put all Zilb’s DVDs into the wrong cases. When he found out, he was so pissed, and I have never seen him that mad. He threatened to do something to me when I go to bed, so I had no choice but to help his ass.
Also, John put his boots inside the bathroom stall, and at a quick glance, it did look like someone was in there. The special effect was surprisingly good. The cleaning lady didn’t care go into the bathroom to clean because of those boots.
Later that night, with Sean’s skull mask, my bathrobe and hanger, we created a monster in the bathroom stall. We put it in the boy’s shower. John Weisberg went to shower in the morning and according to him, he screamed at the sight of our monster. Then, somehow that beast migrated to the midget wing shower, and finally to the girl’s shower. The mystery of the great migration was never discovered, although the janitor did admit to moving the beast to the midget wing shower. I still don’t have my bathrobe and Sean don’t have his mask.
The final event of the day was the shaving cream war. I cannot recall who fired the first shot. It was me, Zilb, two of his friends against Nyquist. Sean drew some random symbol on my door, and while I was in the middle of drawing the V for Vendetta symbol on his, he jumped out of his room and started spraying me with shaving cream, I retaliated, and of course left a mess on the floor. Two RAs came by, and Mickey G came out of his room. They weren’t happy of the results; and at 2:30AM, we had the clean up the hallway. We also had to report to the RD, thankfully she was very understanding of our stupidity, so we weren’t in too much trouble. This has been a great day.
April fool’s began slightly early for us. Around midnight, I found Nyquist and asked if he wants to play a prank on Zilberman, my roommate at the time. He naturally agreed. It took us about 30 minutes to decide what our master plan is. And we came up with the most ingenious idea.
I called Zilberman at around 1AM and said I locked myself out, so he need to get back ASAP so I can go to bed. Being super duper puncture, he got back at 2AM. I’m the luckiest guy in the world. He opened the door for me and he was also ready for bed. He brushed up, and I told him to keep the bathroom light on so I can brush up as well. He didn’t suspect anything and started to strip off his cloth and began to climb up the ladder to the top bunk. 1 step, 2 steps, 3 steps, 4 steps, 5 steps, and BOOM, Nyquist jumped out under the cover and screamed “Hey Baby.” Zilb freaked out, but strangely continued to climb up the ladder. Imagine this scene, two guys only in their boxers lying on their bed, facing each other, each yelling at each other. Sean lost the cover, and Zilb had his head inside the cover, as if he was trying to peak into something. I almost died laughing.
The day progress as most April fools day go. Adam Johnson and Thom Wilson came to myself and put all Zilb’s DVDs into the wrong cases. When he found out, he was so pissed, and I have never seen him that mad. He threatened to do something to me when I go to bed, so I had no choice but to help his ass.
Also, John put his boots inside the bathroom stall, and at a quick glance, it did look like someone was in there. The special effect was surprisingly good. The cleaning lady didn’t care go into the bathroom to clean because of those boots.
Later that night, with Sean’s skull mask, my bathrobe and hanger, we created a monster in the bathroom stall. We put it in the boy’s shower. John Weisberg went to shower in the morning and according to him, he screamed at the sight of our monster. Then, somehow that beast migrated to the midget wing shower, and finally to the girl’s shower. The mystery of the great migration was never discovered, although the janitor did admit to moving the beast to the midget wing shower. I still don’t have my bathrobe and Sean don’t have his mask.
The final event of the day was the shaving cream war. I cannot recall who fired the first shot. It was me, Zilb, two of his friends against Nyquist. Sean drew some random symbol on my door, and while I was in the middle of drawing the V for Vendetta symbol on his, he jumped out of his room and started spraying me with shaving cream, I retaliated, and of course left a mess on the floor. Two RAs came by, and Mickey G came out of his room. They weren’t happy of the results; and at 2:30AM, we had the clean up the hallway. We also had to report to the RD, thankfully she was very understanding of our stupidity, so we weren’t in too much trouble. This has been a great day.
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