Bonfire extravaganza.
This guy named Mickey told me I was a "cool chick" last night at the bonfire party in Golden Glow. Normally I would assume he wanted to make out with me behind the pick-up trucks but I knew he was engaged so I wasn't scared. I have been feeling like a really " uncool chick" lately so the compliment was much needed.
Bonfire parties are intimidating. I doesn't seem like they are supposed to be that way but they certainly test my strength sometimes. Walking up to a bunch of drunk retards standing around a fire, one is put on the spot. Especially if you do not know any of them very well. It is hard not to stare at certain party goers - for instance the albino guy smoking the life out of his weed bowl and cackling. That guy is hard not to stare at.
So I could not seem to enjoy drinking my bottled killians beer at the party at all. I felt like it would take me an eternity to reach the drunken wonderland that the other people were already frolicking in. This one guy was pretty much mute from intoxication but the others just kept including him in conversation even though he was not responding. This particular guy was wearing the full jock get up of hooded sweatshirt and baseball cap and all that and I kept trying to picture what he looked like as a baby. Thats what I do when I start judging people by apperance. I picture them without their adult hanging out or " chillin'" costumes on. It works- try it.
The conversation at the bonfire was pretty random. A lot of people got on the topic of bad service at Pizza Hut resturaunt which was weird. We also talked about jobs and the times everyone had to wake up for work which seems to be a big issue with people nowadays. One guy who was visiting from his korean mission for the u.s army was bragging about a big bottle of soju(liqour) he had back at the house. " Motherfucking Soju man!" he said. And " I am going to drink the shit out of that Soju!". How exotic!
anyway, the night ended when i got offered a ride in the back of the aforementioned pick up truck up a 10 foot hill. It just did not make sense to me. Perhaps it was the lack of drunkenness. I opted to walk the 30 second hike instead. By that time the albino guy was on a stoned "mission" chopping impossibly huge logs with a tiny axe . I passed him by and went home to sleepy land.
Bonfire parties are intimidating. I doesn't seem like they are supposed to be that way but they certainly test my strength sometimes. Walking up to a bunch of drunk retards standing around a fire, one is put on the spot. Especially if you do not know any of them very well. It is hard not to stare at certain party goers - for instance the albino guy smoking the life out of his weed bowl and cackling. That guy is hard not to stare at.
So I could not seem to enjoy drinking my bottled killians beer at the party at all. I felt like it would take me an eternity to reach the drunken wonderland that the other people were already frolicking in. This one guy was pretty much mute from intoxication but the others just kept including him in conversation even though he was not responding. This particular guy was wearing the full jock get up of hooded sweatshirt and baseball cap and all that and I kept trying to picture what he looked like as a baby. Thats what I do when I start judging people by apperance. I picture them without their adult hanging out or " chillin'" costumes on. It works- try it.
The conversation at the bonfire was pretty random. A lot of people got on the topic of bad service at Pizza Hut resturaunt which was weird. We also talked about jobs and the times everyone had to wake up for work which seems to be a big issue with people nowadays. One guy who was visiting from his korean mission for the u.s army was bragging about a big bottle of soju(liqour) he had back at the house. " Motherfucking Soju man!" he said. And " I am going to drink the shit out of that Soju!". How exotic!
anyway, the night ended when i got offered a ride in the back of the aforementioned pick up truck up a 10 foot hill. It just did not make sense to me. Perhaps it was the lack of drunkenness. I opted to walk the 30 second hike instead. By that time the albino guy was on a stoned "mission" chopping impossibly huge logs with a tiny axe . I passed him by and went home to sleepy land.