What a weekend...
Friday was complete with an unforgetable visit to what I have now dubbed "Club Reject." To top off the experience, DJ Tim spun classics including, however NOT limited to, "Honky Tonk Badonkadonk." Just giving you a small taste of his skillz. I have never seen so much trash, collectively, under one roof. I know that's bad to say but, it is what it is. I can't help having eyes.
Some girl calls me over to her table of overweight friends and says to me, and I QUOTE, "Hey, you're like me right? You're rock and roll."
To seal the deal she gave the devil horn hand gesture. I looked at her, stunned and overcome by the stupidity just witnessed. Her friends looked at her like, "Damn girl, he is all yours now!"
I almost didn't say anything but I uttered out, "No, no, no, I don't think so."
I turned and walked away feeling bad for the girl. She really thought she was hot shit and I wasn't going to be the one to bear the bad news.
Saturday night...
Tracey, Jeremy, and I made a joint appearance at Jessica Cloud's birthday party. That was fun but strange. It turns out that two of my old bestfriends from long ago, who also had MUCH younger sisters, now have very grown up sisters. One of which, I saw strip down to underwear and hurl herself the length of a slip n' slide. After, she stands up and walks over to a random guy and begins to tongue kiss him. I walk back inside and there is baby sister number 2 holding a beer. I remember when this girl still sucked her thumb. I turned to Jeremy, "Is Cris Angel here or something because I swear to christ I am being mindfreaked. This can't really be happening."
Someone tripped and spilled hunch punch on the back of my shirt. I was kind of pissed but being sober I just brushed it off. The guy said sorry after all.
We played obstacle ping pong and a table where beer pong had previously taken place. It was intense with all the beer bottles and plastic solo cups in the way.
We hung around until everyone had either passed out, left, or became too drunk to speak English. Oh, and the arm wrestling contest on the kitchen table was another indication that our time was up.
Tracey and I headed to IHOP for some food. While there I get a call from Rami. He invites us to hang out in Atlanta and bar hop. We make it to MJQ as they close the doors. We looked for another after hours place called Red Door and had no luck. We then decide we will just call it a night.
On the drive back to 75 Tracey and I observed with amazement the number of hookers walking the streets at 4am on Peachtree. We even saw a black dude pick one up! He stopped right in front of us and she hopped in. I just laughed.
We made it back to Tracey's house and I couldn't sleep so I just watched music videos on On-Demand. I finally crashed at 7am.
Sunday, I watched "From Dusk til Dawn" with Tracey and then played music with Jeremy. Went back to Tracey's and ate nachos. Ended the night by falling asleep to "Superman Returns."
A very satisfying weekend with no alcohol consumed... by me anyway. My shirt was pretty drunk thanks to Douche McGee and his stutter feet.
Right now I am in Doraville making a delivery for my work and about to meet David for lunch. I look like such a child molester in this windowless white van. Haha.
Some girl calls me over to her table of overweight friends and says to me, and I QUOTE, "Hey, you're like me right? You're rock and roll."
To seal the deal she gave the devil horn hand gesture. I looked at her, stunned and overcome by the stupidity just witnessed. Her friends looked at her like, "Damn girl, he is all yours now!"
I almost didn't say anything but I uttered out, "No, no, no, I don't think so."
I turned and walked away feeling bad for the girl. She really thought she was hot shit and I wasn't going to be the one to bear the bad news.
Saturday night...
Tracey, Jeremy, and I made a joint appearance at Jessica Cloud's birthday party. That was fun but strange. It turns out that two of my old bestfriends from long ago, who also had MUCH younger sisters, now have very grown up sisters. One of which, I saw strip down to underwear and hurl herself the length of a slip n' slide. After, she stands up and walks over to a random guy and begins to tongue kiss him. I walk back inside and there is baby sister number 2 holding a beer. I remember when this girl still sucked her thumb. I turned to Jeremy, "Is Cris Angel here or something because I swear to christ I am being mindfreaked. This can't really be happening."
Someone tripped and spilled hunch punch on the back of my shirt. I was kind of pissed but being sober I just brushed it off. The guy said sorry after all.
We played obstacle ping pong and a table where beer pong had previously taken place. It was intense with all the beer bottles and plastic solo cups in the way.
We hung around until everyone had either passed out, left, or became too drunk to speak English. Oh, and the arm wrestling contest on the kitchen table was another indication that our time was up.
Tracey and I headed to IHOP for some food. While there I get a call from Rami. He invites us to hang out in Atlanta and bar hop. We make it to MJQ as they close the doors. We looked for another after hours place called Red Door and had no luck. We then decide we will just call it a night.
On the drive back to 75 Tracey and I observed with amazement the number of hookers walking the streets at 4am on Peachtree. We even saw a black dude pick one up! He stopped right in front of us and she hopped in. I just laughed.
We made it back to Tracey's house and I couldn't sleep so I just watched music videos on On-Demand. I finally crashed at 7am.
Sunday, I watched "From Dusk til Dawn" with Tracey and then played music with Jeremy. Went back to Tracey's and ate nachos. Ended the night by falling asleep to "Superman Returns."
A very satisfying weekend with no alcohol consumed... by me anyway. My shirt was pretty drunk thanks to Douche McGee and his stutter feet.
Right now I am in Doraville making a delivery for my work and about to meet David for lunch. I look like such a child molester in this windowless white van. Haha.