Tales of Tom and Erik: Pre-Partying
It was Halloween 2003 (I believe). Tom and I were sitting around about to get ready for a party...of sorts. From what I remember, Grace's sister Nyssa was visiting LSU for the weekend, and Grace wanted to show Nyssa some cool college people. But that didn't pan out, so she called me and Tom instead :) The plan was to go to Carlotta Street and hang out, or try to find another party and go to that. What we actually ended up doing isn't all that relevant to the story at hand. This is about what Tom and I did in order to prepare for a night out on Halloween.
Tom and I knew figured that Carlotta Street might be just a bunch of drunk people standing around outside, and because we were both so pessimistic, we guessed that the odds of us finding a halloween party on such short notice was going to be very small. Basically, we had both resigned ourselves to having a ho-hum evening. But then, out of the blue, Tom said "Fuck that! The only people who can determine whether we have a good time or not are you and me. It doesn't matter what we end up doing, we bring the fun." It was at that moment that Tom and I realized the ultimate touchy-feely/self-help truth: You only have as much fun as you want to have.
With that idea in our heads, we decided that damnit, we were going to have fun no matter what happened. So to get in the mood and build up some energy we did quite possibly the gayest thing possible...turned on our MP3's and danced like crazy (ok, so technically the gayest thing possible would be butt sex or something like that. But you have to admit, the dancing is still pretty gay).
The computer pumped out song after song, and we invented crazy dance after crazy dance. For Seven Nation Army we did a military style stomp. For the Imperial Death March we did a how-down. For any Green Day song we just kind of bobbed our heads and jumped around. But by far, the best and most energizing song was Huey Lewis and the News's "Power of Love."
Granted, like all songs, the best way to enjoy it is to pretend he's singing about a penis. Specifically, my penis. "Don't need money/Don't need fame/Don't need no credit card to ride this train." Honestly, if there's one thing I know about my penis, it's that it's strong, sudden, and can be cruel sometimes. Truly Huey Lewis was a prophet among men.
So after the dancing around like a couple of idiots, Tom and I were ready to have a night on the town. We left the room with the mantra "We will have fun." And for the rest of the night, we had a blast.
Tom and I knew figured that Carlotta Street might be just a bunch of drunk people standing around outside, and because we were both so pessimistic, we guessed that the odds of us finding a halloween party on such short notice was going to be very small. Basically, we had both resigned ourselves to having a ho-hum evening. But then, out of the blue, Tom said "Fuck that! The only people who can determine whether we have a good time or not are you and me. It doesn't matter what we end up doing, we bring the fun." It was at that moment that Tom and I realized the ultimate touchy-feely/self-help truth: You only have as much fun as you want to have.
With that idea in our heads, we decided that damnit, we were going to have fun no matter what happened. So to get in the mood and build up some energy we did quite possibly the gayest thing possible...turned on our MP3's and danced like crazy (ok, so technically the gayest thing possible would be butt sex or something like that. But you have to admit, the dancing is still pretty gay).
The computer pumped out song after song, and we invented crazy dance after crazy dance. For Seven Nation Army we did a military style stomp. For the Imperial Death March we did a how-down. For any Green Day song we just kind of bobbed our heads and jumped around. But by far, the best and most energizing song was Huey Lewis and the News's "Power of Love."
Granted, like all songs, the best way to enjoy it is to pretend he's singing about a penis. Specifically, my penis. "Don't need money/Don't need fame/Don't need no credit card to ride this train." Honestly, if there's one thing I know about my penis, it's that it's strong, sudden, and can be cruel sometimes. Truly Huey Lewis was a prophet among men.
So after the dancing around like a couple of idiots, Tom and I were ready to have a night on the town. We left the room with the mantra "We will have fun." And for the rest of the night, we had a blast.