Well, it's the end of an era.
On July 31, 2006, I finally turned in the keys.
2K is done. It's a sad moment, really, there have been so many damn good moments and memories in that house that I honestly don't know if I'll ever slowly phase out those times... The connections I made and the people I met through that house have become my best friends and I can't adequately express how awesome that is to me. But as Jill was helping me do final clean up on sunday afternoon/night, she said that 2k just got too chaotic (haha, 2K-otic) to really enjoy living there anymore.
And she's right. BUT. in honor of the memories, i've decided to pick out the top 10 2K moments. And i'll do my best to pick out sober ones, too. haha.
TOP TEN 2K MEMORIES:
(in no particular order)
1) MATT AND LEILANI'S SAN FRANCISCO VISIT
We had only been living there for a week when these two right coast kids visited. Hailing from florida, they did the touristy things during the day while Sarah and I worked, and partied with us at night, and crashed at our place. We drank, we danced, Matt got completely naked and pissed off of the balcony. EASILY one of the earliest 2K memories. other highlights of the visit include: Taco Night, Golden Gate Park Sunbathing, and sliding around on freshly waxed floors in socks.
2) FIRST (and only) HOUSE MEETING
Originally starting off as a chance for all of us to clear the air, we all decided to write down things that were bothering us over the course of the past few months. We'd been living together for 4 or 5 months, but while close, we were never really able to be completely honest about what had been going on. So we were- There wasn't any yelling, minimal amounts of judgement, and lots and lots of honesty. It was tight tho, because we finished at around 11 and decided to go "fuck shit up" as a sort of bonding experience. All of us (sarah, hector, erica, omar, sylvia and I) smashed into sarah's tiny civic, stealing bikes from corners and leaving them in front of the next door.. taking cones and blocking off streets... stealing more bikes and riding em for no real reason... DEFINITELY one of the best bonding moments that we've had... Especially because it was just the roommates.
3) 2K TUESDAYS
says I cheat because I can't lump all of those tuesday nights into one, but really, it was one monumental event spread out over a few weeks. The same kids came out, and the same things happened... Tuesday evenings around 8 or 9 we'd all meet up, crack open the mickey's 40, flip and smoke a blunt. Random hookups and random jokes, Lots of liquor and lots of laughter, and a hell of a lot of fun. I'd crash at around 3 or 4 after exhausting all possible drunken activities, only to wake with all the same kids passed out in the most awkward positions in my living room. We'd smoke off the hangover and i'd kick it for a little while, not doing anything until work at 2. The worst part? Long days at work seem so much longer when compared with a fun night before.
4) VIKKI AND SARAH'S BIRTHDAY PARTY
This was one of the first kick its we had that we actually advertised as a party. It was started off as a costume party, but it ended up being only a few people dressed up, and it wasn't so much of a party but a larger kick it. In either case, I dressed up like a slutty snow white and my family came by with a pot of spaghetti so i could feed the troops. Good times? I dunno, alls i know is, i had a blast because I was wicked wasted and I had the best kids there with me.
5) DINNER WITH THE BOSSES
I don't care how odd this sounds, but my bosses at Tower were the shit. Despite all that's gone down with me losing the job there and me not living up to what they expected to be (and one of em ratting me out and then getting me fired), they were definitely one of the benefits of working there, and one of the only reasons why I missed it. It was hella fun deciding the menu and cooking it with sarah, even though we both know we'll never be able to work in the kitchen together cus we both like taking charge. We offered spinach dip with sourdough bread, french onion soup, salad, chicken cor don blue with sauteed (and undercooked) asparagus as well as a dessert of pound cake topped with ice cream and a berry sauce that we made from frozen berries and lots of sugar. Damn, that was tasty. Anyway, we stuffed ourselves silly and talked a ton about work shit and drugs, smoked some hookah and passed out. The best part? nudging my boss and his girlfriend awake at 730am the next day so I could drive the boss and I to work. Haha.
6) SHROOM TRIP #1
Originally sort of skeptical of other drugs, ward and some other friends convinced me to try magical mushrooms. And for the first trip, it was to be a quarter split between four of us- Sarah, Jill, Jarrod and myself. The trio of Jarrod, Jill and Shawn came and picked me up from Tower at 1130 after I got off of work (which I believe was a Monday, of all days). We drove back to 2K (good old 2K) and consumed them. about half an hour in, I was feelin the body high, super anxious and for a while I was a little freaked out. I guess at that time, my mind wasn't as strong as I had expected it to be. So I was stuck. But I was still having a grand old time, in awe of the brightness of everything and just extremely alert- eyes darting from place to place
7) SHROOM TRIP #2
This was an interesting trip. We had a couple connects that we were planning on going through, but with the larger number of people who planned on indulging with us, it was harder to come by a greater amount. That day, Shawn, Jeremy, Billy and I went to haight street to buy shrooms off of some people in Golden Gate Park. Probably not the safest idea, but I knew someone would come through. We spent a few hours there, ate some brownies and talked to a ton of people. And, as a random side note, although nobody ever calls me, i had gotten probably about 7 calls from different people also looking for shrooms, and then also ran into a large amount of people that I hadn't seen since high school. I felt quite popular. ANYWHO. of the people that shroomed that night, it was Myself, Sarah, Jarrod, Jill, Shawn, Nick, Jeremy and Billy. We all had a blast exploring the villas-again- and this time, while on the roof, it felt like we were watching a war. There were parties going on all over the place, and as they got broken up, we'd watch these massive groups of people just slowly migrate as one group and slowly break apart... I dunno, i wish i could explain that better... That was a great trip- The night ended with hector being super drunk, eating rice-a-roni out of the pan watching BangBus on the computer. CLASSIC.
8) MDMA
I was never one to indulge in drugs other than the natural things, but when i found out that one was held almost specifically for me, it was hard to resist. AND, with a group of Jeremy, Jill, Jarrod, and Pat droppin as well as myself, i really couldn't say no. It was amazing... we hung out in the laundry room with danny and zac while they got fuckin wasted as shit, we played Apples to Apples, explored all over the basement, climbed up random ladders and broke into bike rooms... It was seriously one of the funnest nights i've had in a really long time.
9) CLASSY TRASHY PARTY
Haha, this is going to sound odd, but I think what I liked best about that party was that I really didn't have to do anything. Seriously, I told Jill that I wanted to have a party, I asked Jarrod to make a couple mix cds for the thing, I told my roommates, and people just showed up. It wasn't all that successful though, because I had to kick people out... and I felt like a jerk for doing so but in an apartment building like that I didn't really know what else I could do. I also banged on the 4K and demanded that they let me in. The small asian girl was terrified when she opened the door to me and zac, just wanting to get into what I thought was my apartment. HAHA. nice.
10) THE LAST WEEK
It was really hard to finally settle upon this as a final selection for the last memory, but I think it's a nice way to wrap things up. over the last few days in the apartment the tension was high, all of us stressed because nobody was really sure if a)we'd get everything out in time, and b) If we even had a place to put it. but even though stress was the original thing that seperated all of us, it ironically sort of pulled us all together again. And it was great, every time i'd walk into the apartment and find someone else there, we'd talk for a few minutes and have the same conversation over and over. I'd ask about their weekend plans, whether previous or upcoming, they'd ask about mine, i'd ask if they'd found a place yet, we'd both bitch and complain about how much work had to be done in order to get the deposit back. We won't, and people still owe me rent money. But everyone knew that it was over- it kinda sucked but at the same time was relieving. It was reminiscent of the days where we'd spend all night talking, where we'd make jokes and laugh about absolutely nothing. This last week reminded me of the times where all i'd look forward to was coming home at the end of the night and drinking a glass of Carlos Rossi or three...watching discs of Arrested Development, Simpsons, Family Guy or Futurama...
Its ironic how that house, even though almost entirely empty, brought me back to the state of mind where that house was a home. I think back on it with sad nostalgia, and it's hard not to wish that things could have been the way that they were before. It sounds kind of lame, but this was way more intense than your typical roommate situation- it was almost like a relationship. It was a relationship. I took one last walk through the apartment, and while void of any strong emotion at that point, I realized that while locking the door that final time my mind was going a mile a minute.
2K- gone but in no way, shape, or form forgotten.
It was way fun while it lasted.
and to everyone that stepped foot in the place...
THANKS.
I hope you had a blast. =)
2K is done. It's a sad moment, really, there have been so many damn good moments and memories in that house that I honestly don't know if I'll ever slowly phase out those times... The connections I made and the people I met through that house have become my best friends and I can't adequately express how awesome that is to me. But as Jill was helping me do final clean up on sunday afternoon/night, she said that 2k just got too chaotic (haha, 2K-otic) to really enjoy living there anymore.
And she's right. BUT. in honor of the memories, i've decided to pick out the top 10 2K moments. And i'll do my best to pick out sober ones, too. haha.
TOP TEN 2K MEMORIES:
(in no particular order)
1) MATT AND LEILANI'S SAN FRANCISCO VISIT
We had only been living there for a week when these two right coast kids visited. Hailing from florida, they did the touristy things during the day while Sarah and I worked, and partied with us at night, and crashed at our place. We drank, we danced, Matt got completely naked and pissed off of the balcony. EASILY one of the earliest 2K memories. other highlights of the visit include: Taco Night, Golden Gate Park Sunbathing, and sliding around on freshly waxed floors in socks.
2) FIRST (and only) HOUSE MEETING
Originally starting off as a chance for all of us to clear the air, we all decided to write down things that were bothering us over the course of the past few months. We'd been living together for 4 or 5 months, but while close, we were never really able to be completely honest about what had been going on. So we were- There wasn't any yelling, minimal amounts of judgement, and lots and lots of honesty. It was tight tho, because we finished at around 11 and decided to go "fuck shit up" as a sort of bonding experience. All of us (sarah, hector, erica, omar, sylvia and I) smashed into sarah's tiny civic, stealing bikes from corners and leaving them in front of the next door.. taking cones and blocking off streets... stealing more bikes and riding em for no real reason... DEFINITELY one of the best bonding moments that we've had... Especially because it was just the roommates.
3) 2K TUESDAYS
says I cheat because I can't lump all of those tuesday nights into one, but really, it was one monumental event spread out over a few weeks. The same kids came out, and the same things happened... Tuesday evenings around 8 or 9 we'd all meet up, crack open the mickey's 40, flip and smoke a blunt. Random hookups and random jokes, Lots of liquor and lots of laughter, and a hell of a lot of fun. I'd crash at around 3 or 4 after exhausting all possible drunken activities, only to wake with all the same kids passed out in the most awkward positions in my living room. We'd smoke off the hangover and i'd kick it for a little while, not doing anything until work at 2. The worst part? Long days at work seem so much longer when compared with a fun night before.
4) VIKKI AND SARAH'S BIRTHDAY PARTY
This was one of the first kick its we had that we actually advertised as a party. It was started off as a costume party, but it ended up being only a few people dressed up, and it wasn't so much of a party but a larger kick it. In either case, I dressed up like a slutty snow white and my family came by with a pot of spaghetti so i could feed the troops. Good times? I dunno, alls i know is, i had a blast because I was wicked wasted and I had the best kids there with me.
5) DINNER WITH THE BOSSES
I don't care how odd this sounds, but my bosses at Tower were the shit. Despite all that's gone down with me losing the job there and me not living up to what they expected to be (and one of em ratting me out and then getting me fired), they were definitely one of the benefits of working there, and one of the only reasons why I missed it. It was hella fun deciding the menu and cooking it with sarah, even though we both know we'll never be able to work in the kitchen together cus we both like taking charge. We offered spinach dip with sourdough bread, french onion soup, salad, chicken cor don blue with sauteed (and undercooked) asparagus as well as a dessert of pound cake topped with ice cream and a berry sauce that we made from frozen berries and lots of sugar. Damn, that was tasty. Anyway, we stuffed ourselves silly and talked a ton about work shit and drugs, smoked some hookah and passed out. The best part? nudging my boss and his girlfriend awake at 730am the next day so I could drive the boss and I to work. Haha.
6) SHROOM TRIP #1
Originally sort of skeptical of other drugs, ward and some other friends convinced me to try magical mushrooms. And for the first trip, it was to be a quarter split between four of us- Sarah, Jill, Jarrod and myself. The trio of Jarrod, Jill and Shawn came and picked me up from Tower at 1130 after I got off of work (which I believe was a Monday, of all days). We drove back to 2K (good old 2K) and consumed them. about half an hour in, I was feelin the body high, super anxious and for a while I was a little freaked out. I guess at that time, my mind wasn't as strong as I had expected it to be. So I was stuck. But I was still having a grand old time, in awe of the brightness of everything and just extremely alert- eyes darting from place to place
7) SHROOM TRIP #2
This was an interesting trip. We had a couple connects that we were planning on going through, but with the larger number of people who planned on indulging with us, it was harder to come by a greater amount. That day, Shawn, Jeremy, Billy and I went to haight street to buy shrooms off of some people in Golden Gate Park. Probably not the safest idea, but I knew someone would come through. We spent a few hours there, ate some brownies and talked to a ton of people. And, as a random side note, although nobody ever calls me, i had gotten probably about 7 calls from different people also looking for shrooms, and then also ran into a large amount of people that I hadn't seen since high school. I felt quite popular. ANYWHO. of the people that shroomed that night, it was Myself, Sarah, Jarrod, Jill, Shawn, Nick, Jeremy and Billy. We all had a blast exploring the villas-again- and this time, while on the roof, it felt like we were watching a war. There were parties going on all over the place, and as they got broken up, we'd watch these massive groups of people just slowly migrate as one group and slowly break apart... I dunno, i wish i could explain that better... That was a great trip- The night ended with hector being super drunk, eating rice-a-roni out of the pan watching BangBus on the computer. CLASSIC.
8) MDMA
I was never one to indulge in drugs other than the natural things, but when i found out that one was held almost specifically for me, it was hard to resist. AND, with a group of Jeremy, Jill, Jarrod, and Pat droppin as well as myself, i really couldn't say no. It was amazing... we hung out in the laundry room with danny and zac while they got fuckin wasted as shit, we played Apples to Apples, explored all over the basement, climbed up random ladders and broke into bike rooms... It was seriously one of the funnest nights i've had in a really long time.
9) CLASSY TRASHY PARTY
Haha, this is going to sound odd, but I think what I liked best about that party was that I really didn't have to do anything. Seriously, I told Jill that I wanted to have a party, I asked Jarrod to make a couple mix cds for the thing, I told my roommates, and people just showed up. It wasn't all that successful though, because I had to kick people out... and I felt like a jerk for doing so but in an apartment building like that I didn't really know what else I could do. I also banged on the 4K and demanded that they let me in. The small asian girl was terrified when she opened the door to me and zac, just wanting to get into what I thought was my apartment. HAHA. nice.
10) THE LAST WEEK
It was really hard to finally settle upon this as a final selection for the last memory, but I think it's a nice way to wrap things up. over the last few days in the apartment the tension was high, all of us stressed because nobody was really sure if a)we'd get everything out in time, and b) If we even had a place to put it. but even though stress was the original thing that seperated all of us, it ironically sort of pulled us all together again. And it was great, every time i'd walk into the apartment and find someone else there, we'd talk for a few minutes and have the same conversation over and over. I'd ask about their weekend plans, whether previous or upcoming, they'd ask about mine, i'd ask if they'd found a place yet, we'd both bitch and complain about how much work had to be done in order to get the deposit back. We won't, and people still owe me rent money. But everyone knew that it was over- it kinda sucked but at the same time was relieving. It was reminiscent of the days where we'd spend all night talking, where we'd make jokes and laugh about absolutely nothing. This last week reminded me of the times where all i'd look forward to was coming home at the end of the night and drinking a glass of Carlos Rossi or three...watching discs of Arrested Development, Simpsons, Family Guy or Futurama...
Its ironic how that house, even though almost entirely empty, brought me back to the state of mind where that house was a home. I think back on it with sad nostalgia, and it's hard not to wish that things could have been the way that they were before. It sounds kind of lame, but this was way more intense than your typical roommate situation- it was almost like a relationship. It was a relationship. I took one last walk through the apartment, and while void of any strong emotion at that point, I realized that while locking the door that final time my mind was going a mile a minute.
2K- gone but in no way, shape, or form forgotten.
It was way fun while it lasted.
and to everyone that stepped foot in the place...
THANKS.
I hope you had a blast. =)