"We're fucked. Just make a left."
David Byrne(singer of the Talking Heads) was at Wolf Trap. Ridiculous show. The opening band had a sousaphone player instead of a bass. They played Russian-ish music, it was epic. I couldn't tell whether it was electric sousaphone, but there was a giant bass amp there, so it was loud. David Byrne had his own bag of tricks. Everyone was decked out in white, there were dancers, it was strange and awesome. He did 4 encores. Blah Blah, we got out of there. Hung out with Clarissa and Molly for un poco, then rolled out.
Get a call from Dave, he asks if I want to hang out. I mention this birthday party I was planning to go to. He's game. So at this point I actually had to go. It was for one of my good friends from high school(Jo) whom I hadn't seen pretty much since we graduated. So to say the least I would expect something interesting. She was celebrating DEUCE DEUCE(and thus probably trying to get 22 drinks in through the night), which is funny to me, considering we graduated the same year and I'm still not 21.
Get back to College Park. Run in and change, can't find computer. Computer is in car. Try to figure out where the party is, and end up calling Rachel, aka birthday girl's winglady. Rachel is drunk and of no help, but I talk to Branden who tells me where to go. Pick up Dave. Dave is blown already. Roll out.
We get to Rhode Island, and I don't know which way to go, but the decision's been made for me, seeing as there was a MASSIVE accident on the other side of the intersection, blocking every direction. People were going backwards on 193, that's how bad it was. So we go for a while looking for 50th ave, and we see 49th and 51st but not 50th. Dave is of absolutely no help because he thinks we're going 150 mph and he giggles every time we hit a speed bump. Call Rachel again. She keeps telling me to turn onto roads that don't exist. Phone gets passed to Liz, who knows where to go. More adventures. We realize we can't get onto the part of Rhode Island we need because of the accident. Go backwards on 193. I decide to wing it and see if I can find a way through Rt. 1. It worked. We end up in front of the wrong house because there's a 50th ave. and a 50th place. And then we finally find it. Dave starts dancing because he's still blown and thinks we just drove for like 3 hours. Begin evening part 2.
We get into the house, and there's a table completely covered in handles, fifths, and baby bottles of the best of all liquors. It was like a dream. I went and found Jo, who was already trashed. She was making an effort to reach 22 drinks. Then I found Rachel, and she felt the need to make me a drink. It was awful, something like Hawaiian Punch, flat 7-Up and Bacardi. She was also real drunk, so I just laughed and drank it anyways. And then the Patron shots started. Patron is fantastic, if you haven't already experienced its wonder. Dave made some type of Bacardi-Pepsi combination that was delicious. If I had gotten to the party before 1am I seriously would have been wasted. There was Jager, Bacardi, Grey Goose, Patron, Private Stock, pretty much anything you can imagine...but at a house party. We hung out and continued the shots until both Rachel and Jo passed out. Before we left, Dave got hit on by a guy. He was not happy about that. We rolled out, and at the intersection people were still cleaning up the accident. I've been trying to find it in the news, but seriously. It was epic. We hung out at his Courtyards digs for a while and smoked, until I realized what time it was. It was late. Aaand then I went home.
So that was my Saturday night, completely unexpected.
Plenty more updates to come, I assume I'll have more stories.