Alcohol + Weekend = Good Times
What can I fucking say, its been a muthafuckin ridiculous weekend.
Thursday: Mandrea’s 21rst at popscene. I knew I had to drink beforehand or else I would end up spending a100 bucks on booze. I went with the approach of getting trashed an hour before we left. This made for an interesting pit stop when we pulled over in Berkeley. I was going to piss behind a gas station however there were unexpected circumstances. After I had unzipped my pants I realized that there was homeless person sleeping 10 feet away. I didn’t really know what to do, so I tried to just go and get it over with but some how since I was drunk it mind-fucked me somehow and I just ended up going around the corner.
Popscene was pretty chill like always. I had the honor of buying Andrea her first LEGAL drink. I tried to get the DJ to play Mandrea a bday song. I then came up with a brilliant idea and told him Andrea would show him her boobies if he played Metric. He responded, “This isn’t a frat party.” That’s when I started feeling anti-Robert vibes from the DJ. A few minutes later I heard the DJ announce something along the lines that popscene is not for jocks or some shit. I don’t consider myself a jock, but compared to all the other guys there who were wearing makeup and girls pants, I was definitely the most jock-like person. I had mixed feelings about this. My first feeling was I’m not a big frat/jock/douche bag fan and being thought of as one annoyed me. My other feeling which I had seconds later was I don’t give a shit.
After some more dancing I made my way outside where I asked random strangers about how to score drugs even though I had no intention of using them. Some guy said he had crack, I’m pretty sure he was lying. He really didn’t look like a crackhead.
I then made my way back inside, danced some more and then decided to try to throw some game. I was way too trashed to tell which girls were hot so I turned to the guy on my right who happened to be the bouncer and asked him, “Hey bro, who is the hottest girl here?” He replied, “Hahaha, I got you, I’ll find her for you.” I then followed the bouncer through the club, and at first he couldn’t find her. Then on the way back to the bar he saw and pointed to her and said, “that’s her.” I seriously didn’t know what to say. First off, hitting on girls is a new thing for me, second I could barely see straight much less think of something clever to say. Although I’m sure I had beer goggles the girl looked incredibly hot. I did a quick test by comparing her to the two closest girls next to her and she was way better than both. Anyways the conversation went like this.
Me: “Hey, this guy just said you are the hottest girl here. Do you have a boyfriend?”
Her: “hahaha, no.”
Me: “Do you want one?”
Her: I can’t remember/couldn’t hear what she said.
Me: Can I ask you out on a date?
Her: But I don’t even know you.
Me: Isn’t that the point of a date.
Her: hahaha, I guess.
Me: Can I exchange numbers with you?
Her: Sure.
I seriously can’t believe that I got here number. I called her earlier and got her answering machine so I know its legit. As dumb and drunk as I was I figured there was a 50/50 chance that it was fake.
Anyways we then returned to Andrea’s and Shea’s where I then proceeded to steal one of Shea’s frozen pizzas. I then ran to Heidi’s house two streets down and then proceeded to call her to brag and mock. Apparently I then stole Heidi’s bed and slept in the middle of it leaving her no room. She told me in the morning that she tried numerous times to roll me over so she could sleep on it too but failed and ended up sleeping on the couch.
Friday: Hit the bars and ran into some friends I hadn’t seen in forever. It was fun, wasn’t that drunk, nothing crazy. I owe Idieh for picking Mandrea and I up out front of Chipotle. Idieh if you read this I <3 you chica.
Saturday: Party. Good times. For some reason I decided to form a circle of people outside. I’d say there were a solid 12-15 people. Once we had our circle the first question I asked everyone was who had ever given/received a facial. Earlier that day, I was talking about sex with Andrea and Shea and one of our “controversial” topics was facials.
Anyways half of the people raised their hands. Next question was what was the kinkiest sexual thing you had ever done. I don’t remember what most people said but some of it was good and gave me inspiration. Somehow the conversation then progressed into the fact that next time there was a party that we were all going to have a giant orgy. After everyone had consented to the orgy we then started to do icebreakers and everyone said their name and where they were from. We then moved inside and played this damn fun game called catch phrase. It’s a cross between Taboo and hot potato. We must have played it for hours because by the time we stopped it was 5 am and my voice was gone. I also learned that ; ) does not equal ; ).
Sunday: Woke up the third straight day at not my house and then proceeded to drive home. While driving down Anderson I saw a free car wash and totally took advantage of it knowing it really wasn’t free. I talked to the volunteers and learned that they were raising money for a homeless shelter and gave them $5; a considerable sum considering my current lack of funds. They did a good job on my car and I felt like I had done my good deed for the year, + my car was sparkly. I then continued my journey home and then out of nowhere a monstrous dragonfly dived directly in front of my car. If it wasn’t for my rapid Indian reflexes and my love of nature he would have died……and wasted an excellent car wash. That def. mad me feel good, in my own mind I was a hero. I then rolled down my windows and turned on the radio. For the third time all summer the temperature in Davis wasn’t a 100 degrees and I didn’t need to pump the AC on full max. After a commercial Vindicated by the Dashboard came on. I’m not really a fan but I was digging the song. It was at this point in time where I hit one of those weird natural highs. I wasn’t prepared for it but it felt damn good. I needed a shave and a change of clothes but nothing could touch me. It was one of those moments where it just seems like everything falls into place.
By the way, I’m getting back into the big UCD. I got an A-, B, and a Pass for my summer classes. I’m trying to reclaim the title of being #1 son from my brother, and if things continue like this, he doesn’t stand a chance.