Today is the Thursday before spring break, and since we are leaving for new York Friday afternoon so I better go out for the last time this week.
I called up some if my homeboys, by homeboys I mean Matt and Foxy. At about 11ish, Matt, Reeka and I pregamed in my room. Two drinks later we were ready to head out. Matt easily convinced Reeka to come; it was so easy that I was convinced that she was already hammered.
On the way to pi lam, Foxy texted me because I brought Reeka along, and he felt like he won't be able to hit on girls. I told him to relax and he let it go.
The moment we got to pi lam, I realized how crowded it was. I never had to wait for beer because they hand out cans, but there was a huge line there. I guess it was because it was probably the Last party before spring break.
Getting the beer was fun experience. The guys behind the counter were asking questions and you got to get them right to get the beer, unless of course you are a girl. One guy was asking math questions, like the square root of 49. Too bad I was on the other side of the counter and he couldn't hear ne. The guy in front of me was ask us to guess the number he was thinking, and I realized that the number was always seven. Drinking does make you a dummy. I am pretty sure that I had four beers on me at one time. I thought I wouldn't even get one beer that night and I ended up with about 10.
After a little while, I saw Brittney, cassia, and Lezette. After a little small talk, I realized that every girl that was there was hating on Foxy. Brittney was mad at Foxy for his behavior at weekends where he hooked up with random girls. She didn't know about this until Zilb got drunk and told her. Cassia, being Brittney's best friend, naturally hated Foxy. She also told Matt to not bring Foxy. Lezette, the girl who punched me in the balls (I also found out that night that Foxy dared her to do it) wanted to kill Foxy. For some reason, Brittney asked me to dance, and soon after she said it was awkward and we stopped. Besides I can't do that to Foxy. Matt was yelling at me all night saying that he kissed 4 girls (I later found out it was only 3 and one is Brittney and another is cassia).
We left the party at about 1:30 and someone suggested that we go eat at market. I was hungry so I went along. I can't believe I'm saying this but the market central burger was so delicious. I asked Brittney for a sip of her drink and I just took it. And I also remember telling her not to go home with Foxy. This was the seating arrangement, Foxy and Brittney was sitting at a different table, and everyone else sat at another table. It was no surprise that the entire time the girls bashed on Foxy. Me and Matt just decided to defend Foxy a little bit but not enough to piss off the girls. We did a good job may I add.
Cassia and Matt pretenses to be married and cassia was complaining about Matt cheating on her with Brittney. So to shut her up, Matt give her his rings, and she refused to give it back.
When only me, Matt and Reeka were left at the table, she just started to bash on Foxy. She said he just keeps testing her all day and that her inbox can't hold 800 messages and she has to delete her messages all the time. We are thought she was innocent but I guess she proved is wrong. I don't think much else happened afterward; we just got back to our respective dorms.
The next day, I went to play racquetball with Matt and we met up with Brittney cassia and one of their friend so Matt can get his ring back. Britney told us that after her and Foxy’s talk last night, they are officially dating. This took me and Matt by surprise. We could not believe it, because she hated his guts the nifty before. But as long as she is happy, that is really all that matters. This is why I hate two friends dating; it causes a split with the group. It sucks.
I also found out from Matt that Foxy admitted to be bisexual Last night. I asked him about it and he just said he was joking. But I'm not buying it.
Thursday, March 4, 2010
Friday, February 19, 2010
28 Kegs: The Rerun
Since missing out on that last 28 kegs party, my buddies and I decided to head back this Friday night. We decided to get there early, and not pregame. Last time I did that, I missed out on the entire party. We got there 15 minutes before the party actually started, so I practically had a keg to myself. Until people started coming in, then I had the tap. It felt great to be the one who gave out the beer instead of squeezing through hundreds of people just to get a cup.
After getting at least 7 full cups (I mean those where there's no foam in the cups), I forfeited my right and headed downstairs with Foxy. We hit the dance floor, and damn were we successful. We both danced with multiple girls. There was a memorable one. I do not remember what she looked like for a couple of reasons.
1) It was dark in the dance room
2) I did not care
3) She was blasting a joint and I wanted some.
Then we started dancing, and I made the mistake of standing next to the wall. I mean she was pounding me into the wall. And I had nowhere to back into. It was just her and the wall. Painful experience. In the end, she complemented me on my dancing skills, and give me her number. I never bothered to call her back or anything, she wasn't worth the effort.
At around 1ish, the party started to break apart, but I wasn't ready to leave yet. I saw this big girl in the corner dancing, and I went up. Foxy followed and we sandwiched her. I signaled for him to leave, but I'm pretty sure the girl heard me, so I let him back in. Moments later, I just backed out and went away. I danced with a big blonde girl, but when the lighting was just right and I saw her face, I immediately let myself out. I walked out of the dance room, and I saw a girl there. She asked me if I want a cigarette; as usual, I let my penis to the thinking, so I said of course. We walked outside for a smoke, and we just talked a little bit. Moments later, her friends came out of the party to join her. It was the funniest thing, cause the big girl Foxy was with is friends with my girl. It's funny how things like this happen.
We waited for the bus, but nothing came, and luckily, someone called the cab. If there's anything I learned from this night, is that always wear seat belts, especially when you are riding drunk. In the middle of the drive to point park, a car just came out of nowhere, and the cab driver had to slam on the breaks, I almost flew into the front seat. It was damn painful. I don't know what the hell I was thinking.
Once we got to point park, it was just a strange string of events.
- we watched the Hangover twice
- we had shots of this weird bubble gum vodka
- I saw the works of a tampon in water
- Foxy stole a condom that was sticking on the girls wall and put it in my jeans
- and possibly more, but it has been a while since this happened.
Next morning, we just got up and left; those girls were never heard from again, mainly because we avoid them.
After getting at least 7 full cups (I mean those where there's no foam in the cups), I forfeited my right and headed downstairs with Foxy. We hit the dance floor, and damn were we successful. We both danced with multiple girls. There was a memorable one. I do not remember what she looked like for a couple of reasons.
1) It was dark in the dance room
2) I did not care
3) She was blasting a joint and I wanted some.
Then we started dancing, and I made the mistake of standing next to the wall. I mean she was pounding me into the wall. And I had nowhere to back into. It was just her and the wall. Painful experience. In the end, she complemented me on my dancing skills, and give me her number. I never bothered to call her back or anything, she wasn't worth the effort.
At around 1ish, the party started to break apart, but I wasn't ready to leave yet. I saw this big girl in the corner dancing, and I went up. Foxy followed and we sandwiched her. I signaled for him to leave, but I'm pretty sure the girl heard me, so I let him back in. Moments later, I just backed out and went away. I danced with a big blonde girl, but when the lighting was just right and I saw her face, I immediately let myself out. I walked out of the dance room, and I saw a girl there. She asked me if I want a cigarette; as usual, I let my penis to the thinking, so I said of course. We walked outside for a smoke, and we just talked a little bit. Moments later, her friends came out of the party to join her. It was the funniest thing, cause the big girl Foxy was with is friends with my girl. It's funny how things like this happen.
We waited for the bus, but nothing came, and luckily, someone called the cab. If there's anything I learned from this night, is that always wear seat belts, especially when you are riding drunk. In the middle of the drive to point park, a car just came out of nowhere, and the cab driver had to slam on the breaks, I almost flew into the front seat. It was damn painful. I don't know what the hell I was thinking.
Once we got to point park, it was just a strange string of events.
- we watched the Hangover twice
- we had shots of this weird bubble gum vodka
- I saw the works of a tampon in water
- Foxy stole a condom that was sticking on the girls wall and put it in my jeans
- and possibly more, but it has been a while since this happened.
Next morning, we just got up and left; those girls were never heard from again, mainly because we avoid them.
Saturday, February 13, 2010
The Match of Ages
After blacking out the night before and therefore doing nothing, I tried to make up that night with this night. As usual, we couldn't leave because Foxy don't get off work 'til 11. Even when Foxy changed and was ready, we still had to wait for Matt; the dude take so damn long to put on a shirt.
Saturday night is usually a bummer, mainly due to the lack of parties and entertainment. We wondered to TKE, a usually boring party with a surprisingly civil keg line. Everyone actually stays in a line while waiting instead of the usual pushing and shoving. I can't say the beer tasted good, because it tasted like ass. No matter, I was at a party and getting ready for the fun.
That fun never came. I can pretty much summarize what happened in a couple of sentences. Foxy started dancing with a decently large woman; he dragged me into dancing with her friend, and then out of nowhere, she turned around and kissed me; I was not ready at all, and really confused as to what happened. Then we left.
We were walking back on Atwood, and I swear I still don't know how it started. Foxy and I started to wrestle. Let me describe the scene for you: This was still during the so called snowpocalypse, so every inch of the ground is covered in snow and ice. We just started, and I won round 1. Just as we were about to stop, Matt encouraged us to continue. Foxy won round 2, so I insisted on a tie-breaker. As a man, you either win or lose, there's no middle ground. Right before round 4, a random dude just walked into the scene and suddenly became the referee. I was wondering what the hell that guy was, but I didn't care, I wanted to win this match. Just when you think that this couldn't escalate more, Foxy ripped off his sweater and shirt and started yelling at me. I naturally followed; 30 seconds later, both of us were half naked and wrestling on ice. The ref ruled that the match was over after Foxy got on top of me during round 5, but I know for a fact that I never said I quit. Believe whatever you want to believe.
When we put our shirts back on, we realized that both of us were bloody. Since we were in freezing weather and intoxicated, there was no pain, but there was a lot of hunger. As everyone drunk person do at 2AM, we walked into Surrento's for a $5 pizza. The place was completely packed, but we managed to find a table and sit down. After finishing our pizza, Foxy and I started talking to these two girls at around table, describing our recent mishap.
Then a moment of truth finally arrived, and Foxy and I realized we need to bandage ourselves up. And where's the best place to do that? Of course the answer is the McDonald bathroom. We walked into the bathroom, and Foxy automatically started to bandage me; but after wrapping every part of me that had blood, he didn't stop and continued. After he was done, my arm looked like it had a cast on. They then somehow convinced me to let them wrap my head in toilet paper and walk out into the street like that. I was a ninja for the first half, and then a mummy for the second half. I even made up a song and a guitar solo. It wasn't great music, but certainly have moron characters.
When we walked to the cathedral, I had a brilliant idea of who can jump over the bushes. I volunteered to be the first, and I somewhat made it. I sort of rolled over. Next was Foxy, I had no idea what happened to him, but he spun the wrong way and landed on his back. If it wasn't for the snow and grass, something would have been broken. The yell he let out was a screeching noise that only he can made. Don't believe me? I wouldn't lie about this. I don't know what possessed us to do this, it just seemed like such a great fucking idea at the moment.
As our agreement for Foxy to come out, we all had to sleep in the common room, which we did. Trust me when I said this: it was not comfortable. I have slept there before twice, one time because I put in my code to open my door wrong 3 times so I had to wait 15 minutes before trying again and I didn't want to wait, another time was just because I just couldn't remember my damn code. They seriously need better couches for occasions such as this.
Saturday night is usually a bummer, mainly due to the lack of parties and entertainment. We wondered to TKE, a usually boring party with a surprisingly civil keg line. Everyone actually stays in a line while waiting instead of the usual pushing and shoving. I can't say the beer tasted good, because it tasted like ass. No matter, I was at a party and getting ready for the fun.
That fun never came. I can pretty much summarize what happened in a couple of sentences. Foxy started dancing with a decently large woman; he dragged me into dancing with her friend, and then out of nowhere, she turned around and kissed me; I was not ready at all, and really confused as to what happened. Then we left.
We were walking back on Atwood, and I swear I still don't know how it started. Foxy and I started to wrestle. Let me describe the scene for you: This was still during the so called snowpocalypse, so every inch of the ground is covered in snow and ice. We just started, and I won round 1. Just as we were about to stop, Matt encouraged us to continue. Foxy won round 2, so I insisted on a tie-breaker. As a man, you either win or lose, there's no middle ground. Right before round 4, a random dude just walked into the scene and suddenly became the referee. I was wondering what the hell that guy was, but I didn't care, I wanted to win this match. Just when you think that this couldn't escalate more, Foxy ripped off his sweater and shirt and started yelling at me. I naturally followed; 30 seconds later, both of us were half naked and wrestling on ice. The ref ruled that the match was over after Foxy got on top of me during round 5, but I know for a fact that I never said I quit. Believe whatever you want to believe.
When we put our shirts back on, we realized that both of us were bloody. Since we were in freezing weather and intoxicated, there was no pain, but there was a lot of hunger. As everyone drunk person do at 2AM, we walked into Surrento's for a $5 pizza. The place was completely packed, but we managed to find a table and sit down. After finishing our pizza, Foxy and I started talking to these two girls at around table, describing our recent mishap.
Then a moment of truth finally arrived, and Foxy and I realized we need to bandage ourselves up. And where's the best place to do that? Of course the answer is the McDonald bathroom. We walked into the bathroom, and Foxy automatically started to bandage me; but after wrapping every part of me that had blood, he didn't stop and continued. After he was done, my arm looked like it had a cast on. They then somehow convinced me to let them wrap my head in toilet paper and walk out into the street like that. I was a ninja for the first half, and then a mummy for the second half. I even made up a song and a guitar solo. It wasn't great music, but certainly have moron characters.
When we walked to the cathedral, I had a brilliant idea of who can jump over the bushes. I volunteered to be the first, and I somewhat made it. I sort of rolled over. Next was Foxy, I had no idea what happened to him, but he spun the wrong way and landed on his back. If it wasn't for the snow and grass, something would have been broken. The yell he let out was a screeching noise that only he can made. Don't believe me? I wouldn't lie about this. I don't know what possessed us to do this, it just seemed like such a great fucking idea at the moment.
As our agreement for Foxy to come out, we all had to sleep in the common room, which we did. Trust me when I said this: it was not comfortable. I have slept there before twice, one time because I put in my code to open my door wrong 3 times so I had to wait 15 minutes before trying again and I didn't want to wait, another time was just because I just couldn't remember my damn code. They seriously need better couches for occasions such as this.
Friday, February 12, 2010
28 Kegs: The Blackout II
Today, I got the news that a house on Dithridge is having a party called 28 kegs of Feburary, where during the course of 4 weeks in February, they will have 28 total kegs, 7 per week. This just sounded absolutely amazing, so I decided to go.
I called Barney and told him to come to my apartment to pregame. The original plan was to start at 9 and leave at 10, but due to the reliability of the Port Authority Bus system, Barney arrived at 9:30. So we decided to drink the same amount as plan but in much shorter time. Remember what happened last time I did that? Go check out the first blackout. So, in a matter of 20 minutes, we downed 7 to 8 shots, I lost tracked half way through it. My fifth of Bacardi rum was nearly empty when we were done.
Honestly speaking, I felt awesome: perfectly drunk, stumbling everywhere. We met up with Foxy, Face, and KMo along the way, and we head toward the party.
It was no surprise that the party was packed with we got there, but luckily Nyquist was the one holding the tap, and I was able to gain VIP access to the keg. Sound perfect right? Except I don't remember ever asking him for beer. He told me the next day about this.
The next thing I remember is walking up the stairs to go to the bathroom. I waited in line for the 3 girls in the bathroom, so naturally I had to wait for years. I then somehow stumbled into the kitchen, and according to everyone I know, I threw up there, and it wasn't just a small puddle, It was a fucking lake. Nyquist told me he asked me to go to the bathroom, but I wouldn't move. The moment I started puking, he just left, which was a great move.
Then somehow, I had a piece of memory where I was stumbling out of the house. I even waved at some people. The rest was just pitch black. But I did wake up on my bed, which was definitely good.
I tried to find out what happened. And this is the story I gather.
KMo and Barney carried me house, but Barney was also in pretty bad shape, so KMo had to pretty much carry us both. Did I mention it was 4 blocks from the party to my dorm and both me and Barney weigh over 170 pounds? It still amazes me to think that we got back. KMo also told me that Barney passed out in my bathroom, for whatever reason.
What funny is that I woke up completely fine, no hangover or anything. It was really strange.
I called Barney and told him to come to my apartment to pregame. The original plan was to start at 9 and leave at 10, but due to the reliability of the Port Authority Bus system, Barney arrived at 9:30. So we decided to drink the same amount as plan but in much shorter time. Remember what happened last time I did that? Go check out the first blackout. So, in a matter of 20 minutes, we downed 7 to 8 shots, I lost tracked half way through it. My fifth of Bacardi rum was nearly empty when we were done.
Honestly speaking, I felt awesome: perfectly drunk, stumbling everywhere. We met up with Foxy, Face, and KMo along the way, and we head toward the party.
It was no surprise that the party was packed with we got there, but luckily Nyquist was the one holding the tap, and I was able to gain VIP access to the keg. Sound perfect right? Except I don't remember ever asking him for beer. He told me the next day about this.
The next thing I remember is walking up the stairs to go to the bathroom. I waited in line for the 3 girls in the bathroom, so naturally I had to wait for years. I then somehow stumbled into the kitchen, and according to everyone I know, I threw up there, and it wasn't just a small puddle, It was a fucking lake. Nyquist told me he asked me to go to the bathroom, but I wouldn't move. The moment I started puking, he just left, which was a great move.
Then somehow, I had a piece of memory where I was stumbling out of the house. I even waved at some people. The rest was just pitch black. But I did wake up on my bed, which was definitely good.
I tried to find out what happened. And this is the story I gather.
KMo and Barney carried me house, but Barney was also in pretty bad shape, so KMo had to pretty much carry us both. Did I mention it was 4 blocks from the party to my dorm and both me and Barney weigh over 170 pounds? It still amazes me to think that we got back. KMo also told me that Barney passed out in my bathroom, for whatever reason.
What funny is that I woke up completely fine, no hangover or anything. It was really strange.
Friday, January 29, 2010
Too Much Heat at Club Heat
Today was the grand opening of Club Heat, the new Pegasus. I still ponders why they moved to the south side. Wouldn't staying in Downtown produce more profit? Whatever.
We wanted to leave early so we can get in; so Foxy and I went to Face's place to pregame. He's got a nice little studio. The moment I walked in, I knew it was his apartment. There's not one corner of that apartment that's not covered in some sort of alcoholic beverage. Don't get me wrong, I was definitely happy to see it. Mark was also there.
Face "Just drink a couple, whatever you want, and we'll head out. We can drink at the club."
(I was so glad he said that, cause he's the driver for tonight.)
Me "You know I'm under 21 right?"
Face "Shit, then you gotta started drinking."
I obeyed with 3 beers, 4 double shots, 3 mix drinks, and possibly more. I can't really remember. I do remember that while I was drinking my pepsi and vodka, Foxy poured in some rum, and it was absolutely the most disgusting thing ever.
So, after somewhere from 15 to 20 drinks, we started to head to the club. I had some rum on me, and Mark bumped me on the way out, and it splashed everywhere. For some reason, I was really glad, because I knew if I drink more, something bad will happen. Mark offered his vodka, and by offered I mean he forced me to drink it. I managed to avoid that.
We were blasting music, yelling out the window, you know, the regular stuff that drunk dumbasses do. We even stopped in the middle of the trip to piss off a hill or something.
And as expected, when we got the club, there was a huge line of people. It looked like a traffic jam in freaking Manhattan. That's how long the line is. But we still waited in line, and 20 minutes later, we were at the front door.
The bouncer asked us for our id. He checked Foxy's and Face's, and said "alright, you guys are good, just get in." I FUCKING got in as 21, I even got a stamp on my hand to prove it. It was just awesome.
This new club is definitely bigger than the old one, and there were 2 floors: the lower one for the underage people, and the upper one is for those over 21. Naturally, we went upstairs. It was just packed. We had so much trouble walking around, it was nuts.
We just danced with girls and stuff. Nothing exciting really happened. The fun part was at the end of the night. I was left alone to wonder, because I was the odd man out. After searching for a while and realizing that all the girls were taken. I decided to sit down for a little bit to rest up. I lowered my head because usually, 5 hours into being drunk tire most people out. I don't know how long I sat there for, but all of the sudden, I heard loud voices
Bouncer "Wake up, you are outta here."
Me "I wasn't sleeping, I was just sitting there."
Bouncer "I don't give a fuck, you are fucking outta here."
They just carried me outside, and luckily, didn't throw me on the ground. I texted Foxy but there were no responses. I checked the time and it was 1:30; my friend probably weren't leaving any time soon, and I did not want to wait outside in the cold.
So, after 10 minutes, I walked back in. Another bouncer asked me what I was doing, and I just said "I need to go find my friends." For some reason, he just let me in. I found Foxy, and danced with his girl's friend for like 20 minutes.
Then, one of the bouncers who threw me out recognized me, and grabbed me.
Bouncer "If you come back again, we gonna call the cops."
I didn't feel like arguing, so I obeyed and just left. Luckily, this time I got thrown out at 2:20. I texted Foxy again and he said he was on his way out. When the three of them came out, Face looked extremely pissed off. He said some guy tried to steal his girl or something, and I remember getting all fired up to beat up that dude, cause I wasn't happy about getting thrown out. Nothing happened though, we just drove home.
We wanted to leave early so we can get in; so Foxy and I went to Face's place to pregame. He's got a nice little studio. The moment I walked in, I knew it was his apartment. There's not one corner of that apartment that's not covered in some sort of alcoholic beverage. Don't get me wrong, I was definitely happy to see it. Mark was also there.
Face "Just drink a couple, whatever you want, and we'll head out. We can drink at the club."
(I was so glad he said that, cause he's the driver for tonight.)
Me "You know I'm under 21 right?"
Face "Shit, then you gotta started drinking."
I obeyed with 3 beers, 4 double shots, 3 mix drinks, and possibly more. I can't really remember. I do remember that while I was drinking my pepsi and vodka, Foxy poured in some rum, and it was absolutely the most disgusting thing ever.
So, after somewhere from 15 to 20 drinks, we started to head to the club. I had some rum on me, and Mark bumped me on the way out, and it splashed everywhere. For some reason, I was really glad, because I knew if I drink more, something bad will happen. Mark offered his vodka, and by offered I mean he forced me to drink it. I managed to avoid that.
We were blasting music, yelling out the window, you know, the regular stuff that drunk dumbasses do. We even stopped in the middle of the trip to piss off a hill or something.
And as expected, when we got the club, there was a huge line of people. It looked like a traffic jam in freaking Manhattan. That's how long the line is. But we still waited in line, and 20 minutes later, we were at the front door.
The bouncer asked us for our id. He checked Foxy's and Face's, and said "alright, you guys are good, just get in." I FUCKING got in as 21, I even got a stamp on my hand to prove it. It was just awesome.
This new club is definitely bigger than the old one, and there were 2 floors: the lower one for the underage people, and the upper one is for those over 21. Naturally, we went upstairs. It was just packed. We had so much trouble walking around, it was nuts.
We just danced with girls and stuff. Nothing exciting really happened. The fun part was at the end of the night. I was left alone to wonder, because I was the odd man out. After searching for a while and realizing that all the girls were taken. I decided to sit down for a little bit to rest up. I lowered my head because usually, 5 hours into being drunk tire most people out. I don't know how long I sat there for, but all of the sudden, I heard loud voices
Bouncer "Wake up, you are outta here."
Me "I wasn't sleeping, I was just sitting there."
Bouncer "I don't give a fuck, you are fucking outta here."
They just carried me outside, and luckily, didn't throw me on the ground. I texted Foxy but there were no responses. I checked the time and it was 1:30; my friend probably weren't leaving any time soon, and I did not want to wait outside in the cold.
So, after 10 minutes, I walked back in. Another bouncer asked me what I was doing, and I just said "I need to go find my friends." For some reason, he just let me in. I found Foxy, and danced with his girl's friend for like 20 minutes.
Then, one of the bouncers who threw me out recognized me, and grabbed me.
Bouncer "If you come back again, we gonna call the cops."
I didn't feel like arguing, so I obeyed and just left. Luckily, this time I got thrown out at 2:20. I texted Foxy again and he said he was on his way out. When the three of them came out, Face looked extremely pissed off. He said some guy tried to steal his girl or something, and I remember getting all fired up to beat up that dude, cause I wasn't happy about getting thrown out. Nothing happened though, we just drove home.
Saturday, January 23, 2010
The Time a Girl Punched Me in the Nuts
This is the 3rd straight day that I went out. I wasn't really planning on going out tonight, but Foxy dragged to me to this mysterious house party on Fifth. The only reason he dragged me is because he didn't want to be the odd man out. I don't know why I said yes, cause this night was mostly a disaster.
When we got there, the house was designed in a funny way. The living room where the party was was surprisingly small, while the living room upstairs is almost twice the size. Whatever asshole designed this place obvious can't stand family gatherings or something. I didn't care, I went straight for the alcohol and made a drink consist of peach vodka and coconut juice. It was fucking delicious. I drank this one slowly because I wanted to enjoy it.
Bad fucking move, cause when I finished that cup, there was nothing left. I played beer pong with water for god sakes. I wasn't having fun even if I dominated at beer pong. I thought this night would be the shittest night ever. Luckily, I turned around and got my eyes set on a box of wine. Naturally, I wasn't about to made the same mistake as last time, so I chugged away, as fast as I could. Next thing I know, I was fucking drunk and it was awesome.
I started to talk to this girl named Jamie; did I mention there was like 8 people at this party? No, well know you know. I soon found out that she has a boyfriend, so just as I was about to give up, she invited me up to her room. I thought this might go somewhere, but all she wanted to talk about was how to set up her friend with Foxy. I thought to myself, "whatever, it's not like I can do anything else tonight." So I talked to her.
Then, out of nowhere, a guy bust through the door. I didn't know who he was, so I just waved and said "what's up dude?" He then stormed out and slammed the door shut, Jamie explain to me that dude is her boyfriend. I said to myself "shit, I could have gotten my ass kicked." So I took off immediately.
The next girl, named Lez I talked to had somewhat a temper; she got super pissed out at me for mistaking her for a Mexican. I mean she was literally cursing me out.
"You fucking Asian, don't know what the fuck you are fucking talking about. You and your fucking wits should just get the fuck out of my fucking country." I don't think there's enough "fuck" in this quote to cover everyone she said. It was funny, cause she's telling me to get out of America while she's from Puerto Rico. I chuckled.
The next thing that happened has been confirmed by several people. So apparently, Foxy dared Lez to punch my in the balls while I was passed out. And I continued to challenge her.
"Com'on, you can't do it. You don't have the fucking nerves."
Why was I so fucking stupid???? Next, I was crawling on the floor, yelling in pain. Thank god I don't remember this at all.
When this party was over, Foxy and I went upstairs for some reason, and there was a guy and his girlfriend taking shots of Jose Cuervo. I asked for some, and he told me to lick some salt, take the shot, and then eat a piece of lemon. I tried it, and it was so delicious (possibly due to how drunk I was, but who cares.)
Tonight's alcohol count: 1 mix drunk, 2 shots of vodka, an entire box of wine, and 4 shots of tequila. That a recipe for disaster. Thankfully, Foxy drove, so I actually was able to get back home. The next morning, I woke up with the worst headache and a fever, a perfect way to reward me to going to a shitty ass party.
When we got there, the house was designed in a funny way. The living room where the party was was surprisingly small, while the living room upstairs is almost twice the size. Whatever asshole designed this place obvious can't stand family gatherings or something. I didn't care, I went straight for the alcohol and made a drink consist of peach vodka and coconut juice. It was fucking delicious. I drank this one slowly because I wanted to enjoy it.
Bad fucking move, cause when I finished that cup, there was nothing left. I played beer pong with water for god sakes. I wasn't having fun even if I dominated at beer pong. I thought this night would be the shittest night ever. Luckily, I turned around and got my eyes set on a box of wine. Naturally, I wasn't about to made the same mistake as last time, so I chugged away, as fast as I could. Next thing I know, I was fucking drunk and it was awesome.
I started to talk to this girl named Jamie; did I mention there was like 8 people at this party? No, well know you know. I soon found out that she has a boyfriend, so just as I was about to give up, she invited me up to her room. I thought this might go somewhere, but all she wanted to talk about was how to set up her friend with Foxy. I thought to myself, "whatever, it's not like I can do anything else tonight." So I talked to her.
Then, out of nowhere, a guy bust through the door. I didn't know who he was, so I just waved and said "what's up dude?" He then stormed out and slammed the door shut, Jamie explain to me that dude is her boyfriend. I said to myself "shit, I could have gotten my ass kicked." So I took off immediately.
The next girl, named Lez I talked to had somewhat a temper; she got super pissed out at me for mistaking her for a Mexican. I mean she was literally cursing me out.
"You fucking Asian, don't know what the fuck you are fucking talking about. You and your fucking wits should just get the fuck out of my fucking country." I don't think there's enough "fuck" in this quote to cover everyone she said. It was funny, cause she's telling me to get out of America while she's from Puerto Rico. I chuckled.
The next thing that happened has been confirmed by several people. So apparently, Foxy dared Lez to punch my in the balls while I was passed out. And I continued to challenge her.
"Com'on, you can't do it. You don't have the fucking nerves."
Why was I so fucking stupid???? Next, I was crawling on the floor, yelling in pain. Thank god I don't remember this at all.
When this party was over, Foxy and I went upstairs for some reason, and there was a guy and his girlfriend taking shots of Jose Cuervo. I asked for some, and he told me to lick some salt, take the shot, and then eat a piece of lemon. I tried it, and it was so delicious (possibly due to how drunk I was, but who cares.)
Tonight's alcohol count: 1 mix drunk, 2 shots of vodka, an entire box of wine, and 4 shots of tequila. That a recipe for disaster. Thankfully, Foxy drove, so I actually was able to get back home. The next morning, I woke up with the worst headache and a fever, a perfect way to reward me to going to a shitty ass party.
Friday, January 22, 2010
Starstruck
This is the 2nd part of the 3 part series of this week. Today, I was invited to the Democratic party. Knowing what I know about Democrats here, I expected people to be yelling "Obama, Obama, Obama" all fucking night. Also, I heard the party gets so fucking crazy that it would be an awesome night.
I called up Face and KMo and we headed over at 10PM. The party was somewhat dead when we got there, but who cares. I headed to the basement with my cup and filled it up all the way and started my rampage. The beer was of course terrible, and even with like 5 people, that little room with the keg was still filled up. I was getting irritated about waiting for beer, so I went out of that fucking cubicle and out of nowhere encounter a jug of jungle juice. Now daddy's home. I chugged away until my stomach was on the brink of explosion, then I chugged more. Feeling like heaven, Face and I decided to wait inline for Beer Pong, that is until he started singing Bad Romance and then talked to this girl. I just continued to watch the beer pong battle.
Then out of nowhere, the moment I turned around to look at Face, he introduced me to this girl. So naturally, I started talking to her, and Dave just said "I'm gonna go get more beer, I'll be right back." He never came back. I can't remember what I said or did to that girl, but she absolutely loved me. We were making out within 5 minutes after Face left. We were just kissing, she gave me a hickey on my tongue. It was great. She was stroking my chest, so I naturally returned the favor. I don't want to discriminate, but her boobs were insanely nice; I mean it was perfectly soft, but not slimy; can stand on their own, and she let me play with them. It was fucking awesome, until her idiot friend dragged her away and say they need to go to a private party and I wasn't invited. She begged her friend to let me come, but that bitch didn't bite. So I left and found Face, according to him, he hooked up with 4 different girls that night. That's damn impressive for a party that had like 20 people.
We didn't want the night to end yet, so Face suggested we go to PCafe, but I had to sneak it. So when we got there, Face went in and tried to open up the back door while I waited for him. Then out of nowhere, this black dude said to me "talk with that guy up on the stairs"
David "Why?"
Black dude "Just do it."
Guy "I can't do it, there's too many people."
David "What the fuck do you mean?"
Guy "I just can't do it."
Black dude "Fuck, I can't go in, they recognize me. FUCK."
David "Who the fuck are you that they recognize you?"
Black dude "I'm fucking Dion Lewis."
David "Holy shit, this is fucking awesome, nice to meet you dude."
We shot shit some more, but Face was never able to get us in, apparently there's a bouncer at the back door now, what kind of this shit is this.
Dion just left with his buddies, and me and Face walked down Atwood to look for something. We eventually came across this grill outside of hookah bar, and we each bought a cheeseburger. I swear to god that this burger was the best thing I have ever eaten; it's so fucking tasty. Maybe it was because I was absolutely shitfaced, but who cares, I had a delicious burger. I even went back to my apartment and told my buddies that "I just had the breast burger of my life." I had some trouble pronouncing words. It was a fucking great night.
I called up Face and KMo and we headed over at 10PM. The party was somewhat dead when we got there, but who cares. I headed to the basement with my cup and filled it up all the way and started my rampage. The beer was of course terrible, and even with like 5 people, that little room with the keg was still filled up. I was getting irritated about waiting for beer, so I went out of that fucking cubicle and out of nowhere encounter a jug of jungle juice. Now daddy's home. I chugged away until my stomach was on the brink of explosion, then I chugged more. Feeling like heaven, Face and I decided to wait inline for Beer Pong, that is until he started singing Bad Romance and then talked to this girl. I just continued to watch the beer pong battle.
Then out of nowhere, the moment I turned around to look at Face, he introduced me to this girl. So naturally, I started talking to her, and Dave just said "I'm gonna go get more beer, I'll be right back." He never came back. I can't remember what I said or did to that girl, but she absolutely loved me. We were making out within 5 minutes after Face left. We were just kissing, she gave me a hickey on my tongue. It was great. She was stroking my chest, so I naturally returned the favor. I don't want to discriminate, but her boobs were insanely nice; I mean it was perfectly soft, but not slimy; can stand on their own, and she let me play with them. It was fucking awesome, until her idiot friend dragged her away and say they need to go to a private party and I wasn't invited. She begged her friend to let me come, but that bitch didn't bite. So I left and found Face, according to him, he hooked up with 4 different girls that night. That's damn impressive for a party that had like 20 people.
We didn't want the night to end yet, so Face suggested we go to PCafe, but I had to sneak it. So when we got there, Face went in and tried to open up the back door while I waited for him. Then out of nowhere, this black dude said to me "talk with that guy up on the stairs"
David "Why?"
Black dude "Just do it."
Guy "I can't do it, there's too many people."
David "What the fuck do you mean?"
Guy "I just can't do it."
Black dude "Fuck, I can't go in, they recognize me. FUCK."
David "Who the fuck are you that they recognize you?"
Black dude "I'm fucking Dion Lewis."
David "Holy shit, this is fucking awesome, nice to meet you dude."
We shot shit some more, but Face was never able to get us in, apparently there's a bouncer at the back door now, what kind of this shit is this.
Dion just left with his buddies, and me and Face walked down Atwood to look for something. We eventually came across this grill outside of hookah bar, and we each bought a cheeseburger. I swear to god that this burger was the best thing I have ever eaten; it's so fucking tasty. Maybe it was because I was absolutely shitfaced, but who cares, I had a delicious burger. I even went back to my apartment and told my buddies that "I just had the breast burger of my life." I had some trouble pronouncing words. It was a fucking great night.
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