Pathetic...
I just looked at my journal and realized just how barren of content my page has been, not to mention unattractive. Ah wells, such is what happens when one has no HTML or writing ability. I think the only thing that I have learned to do well on-line is to make emoticons at will. Other than that... no skills here. But I always have some sort of story to tell.
I'm sure everyone has a great drunk story to tell, but I think the night of August the 1st will be one that my friend will mention. My friend Dilan was married on August 3rd, but like most Indian weddings, the families threw more than one event commemorating the event. Friday, August 1st was the Sangeet: the night of music and dancing. The last day of my internship at the courthouse was that Friday as well and I decided to have my friend Kevin pick me up from the BART station in the East Bay before we head over to the Sangeet event. The invitation had stated 6:00PM and we showed up at 7:00PM... thinking that things would've been in full swing... umm... wrong. It had just started and people had just begun to arrive at the event. (Oh yeah, this was held at the San Ramon Community Center... really nice community center. It's surrounded by a man-made fountain/pond.) Dilan, the groom, hadn't even arrived yet.
Ah, but the open bar was set up. *evil grin* Having just gotten out of a 3-year relationship, I was ready to drown any pain, sorrow, and guilt from my head. The bartender kept setting us up with these big 50/50 (50% Vodka/50% Mango nectar) Grey Goose mango martinis that had a serious kick. Then, to top it all off, he added another shot into this tropical concoction. Yeesh, by the time Dilan arrived about half an hour later, I was well into my second martini. The music and dancing started and I just continued to drink... one more martini and about 7 or so glasses of merlot and 2 beers, I was pretty much sloshed by 9:30. Anyhow, Kevin reminded me that we were supposed to head up to San Francisco to meet some friends at Velvet Lounge that night. So, after downing another glass of merlot, we were off to the city.
(Disclaimer: Things at this point become kinda fuzzy for me, so this information is partly what I remember and partly what Kevin told me I did that night.) On the way up to the city, I had the urge to go pee... Kevin told me to stop the car, but I insisted that I needed to go. He told me to hold it and so I threatened him.
Me: "Kev, we need to pull over now or else I'm going to just go pee out of your window. (unzipping my pants)
Kev: "Steve, you dumbass don't do that!"
Me: "But I have to go!!!" (lowering the window)
Kev: "STEVE!!! YOU WHORE... STOP IT!!!"
Me: "Oh, okay... better not try... I think the pee would just blow back into the car."* (zipping up pants again)
*- I was lucid enough not to pee out the window... thank God.
After the almost peeing out the window episode, I proceeded to start calling up random people on my phone and professing my love to them. (This part, I don't remember... but Kevin does. I'm not sure who I called, but I remember alot of random numbers in my call log the next morning. If I called you that night, please forgive me... I'm a dumbass.) Our next stop was to pick up our friend Lisa somewhere just outside of North Beach before heading to the club together. Lisa gets into the passenger seat and I shift into the back seat. (I don't remember this part.)
Kevin: "Hey Mama, are you not wearing a bra underneath that top?"
Lisa: "Why no, I'm not." Me... listening from the back.
Kevin: "Nice!" Me... looking at Kevin from behind Lisa's seat with a big childish grin... I reach from behind Lisa's seat and grab her boob. (*smacking forehead* Yes, I KNOW... horrible! I'm aghast myself. Luckily Lisa is a really good friend and has a good sense of humor about these sorts of things.)
Finally, we stop in North Beach and walk towards Broadway, the street upon which Velvet Lounge is located, but also happens to be a very well travelled street. At this point, my inclination to pee has reached an all time high and I tell Kev and Lisa that I have to go pee and proceed to unzip and pee in some corner about 10 feet away from the hustle and bustle of Broadway. Kev and Lisa look at me with some dismay, but watch out for any cops that might be in vicinity. (I love my friends, always looking out for their drunken comrades.) We finally make it onto Broadway but have get to the other side in order to get to Velvet Lounge. As I crossed Broadway, apparently I cussed at a few honking taxi drivers and knocked over a couple of newspaper dispenser thing-a-ma-jigs. (Believe me, I'd have taken my inebriated butt home at this point, but Kevin and Lisa obviously were enjoying the spectacle I was making of myself.) In fact, as soon as we finally got into the club, he ordered me a Liquid Cocaine. (There are a couple of recipes for the stuff, but it often involves Jagermeister, peppermint schnapps or Goldschlager, and sometimes Bacardi 151.)
Okay... suffice it to say the rest of the night was a big fuzz of me playing hide and go seek with my friends as they tried to make sure I was okay, dancing by the bar, falling backwards and hitting my head on the bar and later puking on the sidewalk somewhere in the Sunset district after dropping Lisa off at her home. Yes, not a pretty sight and it made me ask myself the next morning: "How old am I?" Anyhow, feel free to share any drunken stories with me anytime since I have successfully alienated most readers of this page with my immaturity and lack of self-control. :P However, I promise that my next entry will be more thought-provoking as opposed to one which probably provoked either disgust or some knowing laughter. Either way, please forgive me. (You know who you are. :D ) Until next time, dear readers.
I'm sure everyone has a great drunk story to tell, but I think the night of August the 1st will be one that my friend will mention. My friend Dilan was married on August 3rd, but like most Indian weddings, the families threw more than one event commemorating the event. Friday, August 1st was the Sangeet: the night of music and dancing. The last day of my internship at the courthouse was that Friday as well and I decided to have my friend Kevin pick me up from the BART station in the East Bay before we head over to the Sangeet event. The invitation had stated 6:00PM and we showed up at 7:00PM... thinking that things would've been in full swing... umm... wrong. It had just started and people had just begun to arrive at the event. (Oh yeah, this was held at the San Ramon Community Center... really nice community center. It's surrounded by a man-made fountain/pond.) Dilan, the groom, hadn't even arrived yet.
Ah, but the open bar was set up. *evil grin* Having just gotten out of a 3-year relationship, I was ready to drown any pain, sorrow, and guilt from my head. The bartender kept setting us up with these big 50/50 (50% Vodka/50% Mango nectar) Grey Goose mango martinis that had a serious kick. Then, to top it all off, he added another shot into this tropical concoction. Yeesh, by the time Dilan arrived about half an hour later, I was well into my second martini. The music and dancing started and I just continued to drink... one more martini and about 7 or so glasses of merlot and 2 beers, I was pretty much sloshed by 9:30. Anyhow, Kevin reminded me that we were supposed to head up to San Francisco to meet some friends at Velvet Lounge that night. So, after downing another glass of merlot, we were off to the city.
(Disclaimer: Things at this point become kinda fuzzy for me, so this information is partly what I remember and partly what Kevin told me I did that night.) On the way up to the city, I had the urge to go pee... Kevin told me to stop the car, but I insisted that I needed to go. He told me to hold it and so I threatened him.
Me: "Kev, we need to pull over now or else I'm going to just go pee out of your window. (unzipping my pants)
Kev: "Steve, you dumbass don't do that!"
Me: "But I have to go!!!" (lowering the window)
Kev: "STEVE!!! YOU WHORE... STOP IT!!!"
Me: "Oh, okay... better not try... I think the pee would just blow back into the car."* (zipping up pants again)
*- I was lucid enough not to pee out the window... thank God.
After the almost peeing out the window episode, I proceeded to start calling up random people on my phone and professing my love to them. (This part, I don't remember... but Kevin does. I'm not sure who I called, but I remember alot of random numbers in my call log the next morning. If I called you that night, please forgive me... I'm a dumbass.) Our next stop was to pick up our friend Lisa somewhere just outside of North Beach before heading to the club together. Lisa gets into the passenger seat and I shift into the back seat. (I don't remember this part.)
Kevin: "Hey Mama, are you not wearing a bra underneath that top?"
Lisa: "Why no, I'm not." Me... listening from the back.
Kevin: "Nice!" Me... looking at Kevin from behind Lisa's seat with a big childish grin... I reach from behind Lisa's seat and grab her boob. (*smacking forehead* Yes, I KNOW... horrible! I'm aghast myself. Luckily Lisa is a really good friend and has a good sense of humor about these sorts of things.)
Finally, we stop in North Beach and walk towards Broadway, the street upon which Velvet Lounge is located, but also happens to be a very well travelled street. At this point, my inclination to pee has reached an all time high and I tell Kev and Lisa that I have to go pee and proceed to unzip and pee in some corner about 10 feet away from the hustle and bustle of Broadway. Kev and Lisa look at me with some dismay, but watch out for any cops that might be in vicinity. (I love my friends, always looking out for their drunken comrades.) We finally make it onto Broadway but have get to the other side in order to get to Velvet Lounge. As I crossed Broadway, apparently I cussed at a few honking taxi drivers and knocked over a couple of newspaper dispenser thing-a-ma-jigs. (Believe me, I'd have taken my inebriated butt home at this point, but Kevin and Lisa obviously were enjoying the spectacle I was making of myself.) In fact, as soon as we finally got into the club, he ordered me a Liquid Cocaine. (There are a couple of recipes for the stuff, but it often involves Jagermeister, peppermint schnapps or Goldschlager, and sometimes Bacardi 151.)
Okay... suffice it to say the rest of the night was a big fuzz of me playing hide and go seek with my friends as they tried to make sure I was okay, dancing by the bar, falling backwards and hitting my head on the bar and later puking on the sidewalk somewhere in the Sunset district after dropping Lisa off at her home. Yes, not a pretty sight and it made me ask myself the next morning: "How old am I?" Anyhow, feel free to share any drunken stories with me anytime since I have successfully alienated most readers of this page with my immaturity and lack of self-control. :P However, I promise that my next entry will be more thought-provoking as opposed to one which probably provoked either disgust or some knowing laughter. Either way, please forgive me. (You know who you are. :D ) Until next time, dear readers.