marmalarma (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} marmalarma) wrote,@ 2006-02-19 13:25:00 |
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I MADE A MISTAKE!
Friday night I pick up Chet and we grab some dinner at reno's. We have a beer or two and then he makes me take him 15min. away to pick up some weed. This annoys me as it is already 8:30 and I am not herbified yet. I silently plan on putting countless shots on Chet's tab. We eventually make it out to the bar and Lisa and her friend Jess meet us up there. I introduce Chet to Jess, they are both jewish and they are both from west bloomfield, do you need a bigger in Chet??? Apparently because when the night ended she didn't leave with Chet. Ah well, back to the story. So we start the night off by ordering 2 rounds of shots everytime the waittress comes by. This results in the girls and Chet being drunk by 10pm. We hang out at Lou and Harrys for a bit then Lisa and her other roommate leave to go see some dudes, obvsiouly less cool than us, but hey drunk girls will make poor decisions.
We end up heading over to the landshark, I like the landshark because of their glorious invention of the sharkbowl. A sharkbowl is a medium-large sized bowl filled with ice, about 8-10 shots worth of booze, and some various juices. Then they are brought out with a bunch of straws and my personal fav. is to break into 2-person teams and race to see who can finish first. So we are at the Shark and the booze is flowing freely which leads to dancing, one thing leads to another and B walks over and tries to request some Michael Jackson.
B-Yo can you play this song (states song name)
DJ-man this is the third time u've requested that song
B-yea and i still havent heard it
DJ-im not gonna play it stop annoying me
B-your not even a real DJ, you're just a kid with an ipod and a computer. Wheres the turntables?
B got kicked out shortly after that. This enrages me so I have our waittress go get the manager. I tell the manager that B got kicked out for simply requesting a song. I tell him that B was our designated driver (he was not) and hadn't even had a drink tonight (he was hammered). Then I inform him that this type of service is unacceptable and tell him to ask the waittress because we spend a lot of money here and we deserve a certain level of service. Then I ask him what kind of establishment he is running where I try and come and have a good time while being responsible and having a designated driver and you kick him out. He apoligizes profusely and says that he hopes I will come back again and shoves a bunch of free passes my way. I am satisfied and leave to catch up with my friends.
We get back to our apt and order some chineese food. But before it gets there Suds has an after party lined up at this girls house. I am torn. Nothing is better than some wonton soup after a long night of drinking, well except for maybe....more drinking. I go with my heart and decide to go to the party. We arrive and I immediately regret this decision. There are maybe 3 girls here and about 15 dudes, and we brought one of the girls. Its ok I had a plan B, plan B being get shithoused drunk. I get a cup and start chugging. Next thing I know B is riverdancing in front of this guy who thinks he is Patrick Swayze from dirty dancing. The guy then jumps in the air and extends both legs out in front of him and touches his feet with each hand, then falls on his ass. The proceeding events were much akin to a gymnastics floor competition. Then he grabs Meredith and starts salsa dancing with her. And throughout all of this he is throwing gang signs non-stops. Then he tells suds to "never stop dancing bud, peace and love." I have never met an odder man with a love for dancing in my life. At this point we realize that sticks is still in the car. Yale and I go out to make sure everything is ok. We open the back door and he is sitting in the middle of the seat with his head slumped down a bit, he looks up and says, "dont leave me." Yale and I look at each other and we try to get him to come inside, he just looks up at me and says, "herby please dont leave me." Yale them slams the door in his face and we run away from him yelling, "Doooooooonnnnnnn'ttttttttt leeeaaavvveeeeee mmmmmmmeeeeeeeeeee!" At this point I realize there is a good shot that we will be seperated so I call up Nicole's roommate Alley and tell her I may need a place to sleep tonight, she says ok and she will leave the side door unlocked. A little after that everyone is leaving and I take one look at them and just run away. I don't know why I ran, I had a perfectly good ride back to the apt., but run I did.
I arrive at Nicole's place shortly after and realize the front door is locked. I begin to panick but remember she said she would leave the side door unlocked. The side door is obv locked too. I try calling, no such luck. I try knocking, no answer. I immediately regret this decision. I call up suds and yell, "I MADE A MISTAKE, THEY DIDNT ANSWER THE DOOR!!!" It is about 0 degrees outside. Suds tells me they cant pick me up because a cop is following them, I become angry and start running. I finally get ahold of Gordie and he tells me that hes on his way to get me. I tell him I dont need him or anyone else and I hate the world for making me freeze to death, completely unaware that it is simply a result of my hindered decision making skills due to the large quantities of alcohol I have consumed. I call up phil and he picks me up and I pass out on his couch. A perfect end to a perfect night.
Friday night I pick up Chet and we grab some dinner at reno's. We have a beer or two and then he makes me take him 15min. away to pick up some weed. This annoys me as it is already 8:30 and I am not herbified yet. I silently plan on putting countless shots on Chet's tab. We eventually make it out to the bar and Lisa and her friend Jess meet us up there. I introduce Chet to Jess, they are both jewish and they are both from west bloomfield, do you need a bigger in Chet??? Apparently because when the night ended she didn't leave with Chet. Ah well, back to the story. So we start the night off by ordering 2 rounds of shots everytime the waittress comes by. This results in the girls and Chet being drunk by 10pm. We hang out at Lou and Harrys for a bit then Lisa and her other roommate leave to go see some dudes, obvsiouly less cool than us, but hey drunk girls will make poor decisions.
We end up heading over to the landshark, I like the landshark because of their glorious invention of the sharkbowl. A sharkbowl is a medium-large sized bowl filled with ice, about 8-10 shots worth of booze, and some various juices. Then they are brought out with a bunch of straws and my personal fav. is to break into 2-person teams and race to see who can finish first. So we are at the Shark and the booze is flowing freely which leads to dancing, one thing leads to another and B walks over and tries to request some Michael Jackson.
B-Yo can you play this song (states song name)
DJ-man this is the third time u've requested that song
B-yea and i still havent heard it
DJ-im not gonna play it stop annoying me
B-your not even a real DJ, you're just a kid with an ipod and a computer. Wheres the turntables?
B got kicked out shortly after that. This enrages me so I have our waittress go get the manager. I tell the manager that B got kicked out for simply requesting a song. I tell him that B was our designated driver (he was not) and hadn't even had a drink tonight (he was hammered). Then I inform him that this type of service is unacceptable and tell him to ask the waittress because we spend a lot of money here and we deserve a certain level of service. Then I ask him what kind of establishment he is running where I try and come and have a good time while being responsible and having a designated driver and you kick him out. He apoligizes profusely and says that he hopes I will come back again and shoves a bunch of free passes my way. I am satisfied and leave to catch up with my friends.
We get back to our apt and order some chineese food. But before it gets there Suds has an after party lined up at this girls house. I am torn. Nothing is better than some wonton soup after a long night of drinking, well except for maybe....more drinking. I go with my heart and decide to go to the party. We arrive and I immediately regret this decision. There are maybe 3 girls here and about 15 dudes, and we brought one of the girls. Its ok I had a plan B, plan B being get shithoused drunk. I get a cup and start chugging. Next thing I know B is riverdancing in front of this guy who thinks he is Patrick Swayze from dirty dancing. The guy then jumps in the air and extends both legs out in front of him and touches his feet with each hand, then falls on his ass. The proceeding events were much akin to a gymnastics floor competition. Then he grabs Meredith and starts salsa dancing with her. And throughout all of this he is throwing gang signs non-stops. Then he tells suds to "never stop dancing bud, peace and love." I have never met an odder man with a love for dancing in my life. At this point we realize that sticks is still in the car. Yale and I go out to make sure everything is ok. We open the back door and he is sitting in the middle of the seat with his head slumped down a bit, he looks up and says, "dont leave me." Yale and I look at each other and we try to get him to come inside, he just looks up at me and says, "herby please dont leave me." Yale them slams the door in his face and we run away from him yelling, "Doooooooonnnnnnn'ttttttttt leeeaaavvveeeeee mmmmmmmeeeeeeeeeee!" At this point I realize there is a good shot that we will be seperated so I call up Nicole's roommate Alley and tell her I may need a place to sleep tonight, she says ok and she will leave the side door unlocked. A little after that everyone is leaving and I take one look at them and just run away. I don't know why I ran, I had a perfectly good ride back to the apt., but run I did.
I arrive at Nicole's place shortly after and realize the front door is locked. I begin to panick but remember she said she would leave the side door unlocked. The side door is obv locked too. I try calling, no such luck. I try knocking, no answer. I immediately regret this decision. I call up suds and yell, "I MADE A MISTAKE, THEY DIDNT ANSWER THE DOOR!!!" It is about 0 degrees outside. Suds tells me they cant pick me up because a cop is following them, I become angry and start running. I finally get ahold of Gordie and he tells me that hes on his way to get me. I tell him I dont need him or anyone else and I hate the world for making me freeze to death, completely unaware that it is simply a result of my hindered decision making skills due to the large quantities of alcohol I have consumed. I call up phil and he picks me up and I pass out on his couch. A perfect end to a perfect night.
