It's 2008! This holiday season has been one crazy adventure. My holiday break in LA was amazing to say the least. I saw almost everyone that I haven't seen in ages, being able to pick and go as I please went a long way. Going out would usually lead to a night that exceeded my expectations in all ways shape or form.
I also have some going out to the club tips which more than anything amused the hell out of me.
So leading up to the new year I found myself going dancing a LOT, by the way, I had a lot more opening for dancing from women in LA than I did up here...not sure what that was about.
So for new years I decided to try something different. An old friend of my sisters came up to hang out with his cousin and his cousin's g/f's friends. They went to this club in Oakland...I decided, you know what, why the hell not! I'll step out of my comfort zone for a change....
Boy was I in for an experience.
First, they were late, so I got to find out that I suck hard at Donkey Kong (yeah, totally random, this club has a couple of old arcade machines in the back).
I probably just should have left at this point as I had an invite to another party which I could have made...whatever, this was a growing experience.
So, I found out that if a pretty girl talks to you by the bar, she just wants a drink, then she will repeatedly check in on you while you're on the dance floor to squeeze another one out of you. Don't think I ever felt so used before...thank god I only bought her one before my sister's friend broke down her behavior and mentioned she was "hungry," not a term I was too familiar with. In all honesty, I had just heard this term not but three days prior while hanging out at a BAR (I mean, unattractive people left and right just drinking and leering at each other eagerly) with my cousin Jason.
It's all just learning right?
Well when all was said and done, I had this uncanny urge to go home and play TF2, but my sister's friend invited me out to an "after party." Earlier in the week I found it efficient to just take someone in your car who knows how to get the rendezvous point. Well, on my second go I learned not to take the most drunk guy with you because he'll probably have to throw up at some point before you get there. Essentially, while getting off the freeway this guy pokes his head out the window and pukes...probably good it didn't get inside my car, but I doubt he thought through the whole "wind pushes shit back on the car when thrown out the window" thing.
So at around 3:00 am January 1st 2008, I find myself at a gas station, cleaning puke off the side of my car with this dude who I just met that night who's totally out of it. I felt bad for the guy, probably wasn't the best way to ring in the new year for him either.
Cyrusse, I think i've finally karmicly paid off that night you had to clean my puke...
Well, I capped off the night helping this guys girlfriend cart him around to sit down and get water because NO ONE was helping the poor girl and you could tell she really needed it. Also, this guys cousin, my sister's friend, totally didn't care because he just wanted to get laid...
In many ways, not too fun, but then again, quite an experience. I surely aint going to forget how I rung in 2008!!!
Well, I can't really feel bad about all this. My week in LA was fucking magical. I can't think of any bad nights or nights I didn't feel I took advantage of my time in LA. So the one night of having to deal with the more negative aspects of going out aint so bad and caused for quite an experience..
Now if you all will excuse me, I've got to finish cleaning puke off my car =)
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update - 4:21pm
puke damage more extensive than I thought...turns out his head didn't quite clear the window opening...so yeah, I'll need to figure out how to open / dismantle my car door to completely clean it. I did a damn good job for now...took forever...but yeah, I'm not going to be happy with it till I rip that bad boy apart and clean the insides...
LOL, it's a good thing that on the one hand I'm pretty fucking serious while on the other I know this is all just a great play where everyone has different roles.
I was also thinking, if I hadn't had taken the brunt of this guys puke he would have probably puked on one of his girlfriend's friends...and they were not nice to him even while he was just sitting outside. I mean these girls started dancing in his face and taunting him...and he was just looking baaaaaddddd!!!
We'll see how it all comes around, I bet in a year or two I'll have to figure out how to dismantle my car door for something a LOT more important.
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3 comments:
Hahahahaha! Sounds like youve finally joined the club (quite literally)! You know theres something to be said for clubs, club stories, good and bad, and what we take out of them. I think your positive attitude speaks volumes for where your at. Way to stay on your toes. I cant wait to go with you next time your down. I have a few regulars I go to where its more about the dancing and less about the drinking. Its funny, I havent had any one throwing up out of my car in the longest, I hate that, but it almost never happens as long as you ride with people who know their limits. Sometimes though you just got to take the random dude you just met to the random place he needs to go because its the right thing to do. Way to take one for the team, makes my New Years sound extremely boring, but I guess we both got what we needed (a little something new).
wow dismantling car doors? dude homie this barf story is turning into a full fledged legend.
I guess dismantle is kind of strong. I need to clean inside the door. Liz mentioned any car wash that does detailing can probably handle this. They may have some magic way of cleaning inside the window slot without taking out the inside panel. I hope so, I hope so....
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