Wow, I haven't been around this many high-on-life Christians in my life! I used to know a few, but it was just pleasant with one or two. But FUCK, 20? I wasn't that pissed, but I couldn't swear, I just had to get it out.
John had to go this bachelor party with a friend, but she forgot. So when I was already there I had to stay because his friend was MIA. So we played pool and I got a little tipsy. Meera called, little did I know what happened to her, was going to happen to me.
First off, dude, WHO HAS A BACHELOR PARTY AT A BOWLING ALLEY WITH NO STRIPPERS AND PEOPLES WIVES. Dude, any night of the week at 526 was way more exciting that this, even a Sunday or Monday. OC nights, to these people, probably was an after school special. The bride wasn't there, but the bachelor's buddies wives were. My face hurts from smiling. I had to have a smoke to relax. This one girl ate a piece of carrot cake and started bouncing off walls. She couldn't have another for she'd go to the hospital. Wow, that was an intense Friday night, but not like I'm used to.
Let me give you a little background on Saturday. So last Sunday, which is the holiest of holiday's, the superbowl. Not everybody likes football, but most people in America watch this game. I like it because its like a holiday, just without your family and all of your friends. Since my family ain't scoring so many points with me lately, its a great holiday. Plus you just get wasted, eat, and watch sports. Its a beautiful day. Anywho, it was Robi's birthday on Sunday, so Saturday we went out to get wasted, which we did successfully. That morning we wake up to Chuckie at the apartment wanting to put up these stupid blinds that he bought, and he wanted our help on this holiest of holiday's. We told him, since he didn't give us any advance warning, we are going to watch the big game. Who the fuck does work on this Sunday. Anyways he gave me a guilt trip, saying that he put up "all of the blinds himself" plus saying that I'm his son and I should be ready to work for him whenever. So I felt bad, he accomplished his mission.
Then this Saturday, beautiful day, the sun was out and it was warm. Since Shannon, Justin, and Karen wanted to hit up the city; I wanted to stay in the apartment. But somebody last weekend made so much noise last weekend, Robi, that the lady on the second floor complained. So I asked my dad if I could stay in the apartment if I helped put up the blinds. "Help" being the key word, which usually means that the person you're
helping stays around to do some work as well. Not this fucker (being my dad, because he's getting on my shit list), once John and I got there, he left to go get more blinds for us to put up since he didn't get all of them last weekend. So he goes, I take all of the old curtain rods off. I put up a few of the blinds, which by the way, Charles says it should take 10 min to do them all, yea right. They're not that hard to put up, just two brackets and then you slide the blinds in. Its easy but there are so many window frames that you have to do one for each frame, its a lot. But onward with the story. He gets the blinds and puts them down. I ask him to slide one of the blinds in the brackets. He fumbles with it for a minute, says he can't do it and says he's going to leave. I asked where he's going and he says he has to do something for Darren at the office or something. I'm like, "your just going to leave after the stink you made last weekend?" He kinda laughs and says yes. HE FUCKING LEFT! Its his apartment, the only value I get from it is if nobody lives there, John gets dick from this place. So John and I put up the blinds and John fixed the shower door too. So John and I got there at 2, John didn't leave till 8. Since I couldn't go home and come back in a decent amount of time, I had Justin pick up some clothes and stuff (herbal medicine for my pissy mood) from my house and they just all met me at the apartment. I'm never doing anything for that fucker (Charles) again. I can't believe he left, it was like fucking 4:30 or 5:00. He didn't do one thing. Last weekend when he put up the
ONE blind, he put it in backwards, so I had to take it off and put it back on; that fucking idiot made more work for me. The best part of him leaving early, he was driving home and ran out of gas. Apparently he was pissed. I was glad. That's CARma for you, haha, little humor there. I mean seriously, what kind of idiot gets in a car, DRIVES 50 MILES, and doesn't check the gas gauge once. Its right next to the speedometer, you have to see how fast your going, not this fucker. Plus, across the street from the apartment is a Shell gas station which he passed by 4 times. When I got home on Sunday (after he left for Florida, thank god) my mom tried to blame it on me, saying that I was the last one to use the car and should have filled it up, but it at least had 2-3 gallons in it to take it 60 miles. But that's bullshit because he passed by so many gas stations on the way there, to the hardware store, and back. SO FUCK THAT. I'm not going to take the blame because Chuckie is a fucking idiot. I don't know if you noticed, he is Charles, not my Dad, because a father wouldn't do this to his son, but a boss would do it to his employee. So from now on he is no longer a family member but my boss. Which sucks, but he has made this decision with the way he treats me. I told my mom that this upsets me and told her I was pissed at Charles. She got mad, of course backing him up, saying that he had things to do before he went on his trip. Fuck that. She didn't like that I was upset with him and started to cry. So on top of being pissed at my BOSS, I had to console my mom, which is my bosses wife. Again making me feel guilty that I was pissed. BUT FUCK THAT. I told her I wasn't pissed, because that would be the only thing that stops her crying. I don't know if you can tell, I'm still EXTREMELY pissed off.
But you don't want to hear me bitch about my job/family. You want to hear about getting wasted. So Shannon got to the apartment first. Being the great friend she is, she borought a bottle of rum, which last time I drank rum with her, both me and her brother threw up. So I was a little sketchy. We got cokes from the SHELL GAS STATION across the street. We made rum and cokes. Justin and Karen came and we all started drinking. I took a shower and shaved, then we acted like a fetus and headed out. We took a liter of coke and mixed it with rum, I did it, kinda drunk, I think I might have made it 50-50. It had so much rum that it made us warm. Since it was cold and we were walking, it was a good thing.
First bar, Lone Palm. I know what you're thinking, lot of horny old men. Wrong, it was a weird crowd though. It was a ghique little bar, retro looking, and EVERYBODY was wearing black. We were the only ones with color. Plus we were like 10-20 years younger than everybody else. So naturally everybody was staring at us the whole time. We got one round, then headed out again.
We walked to Blondies, a chill place. Got more drinks. Shannon was sitting right next to the coat check guy who was flirting with her. He was funny, he kept on dancing in the coat area. It was classic. We all hadn't eaten dinner, so when we left there was a pizza place across the street. As I start to J-walk, my foot half falls in a pothole and I roll my ankle. It hurt so bad, but I wanted pizza so I just booked it. The ankle bothered me a little bit through out the night, but it wasn't really sore till the morning.
We walked to Zageist, I can't exactly spell its name, I think its a little longer. But again, another chill place. It has a beer garden outside which is really cool. I like it, very unique. Of course you could smell weed outside and it was wonderful. So I found a table in the corner and busted out my cig pipe, very incognito, but not enough. The two dudes at the other end of the table gave me a funny look and I could hear them talking about me. They were wondering what I was smoking. I move over and start up a conversation and offer them some. So we pass it around a few times, giving them each a fresh bowl. They were chill. They liked the cig pipe. I made friends. I love San Francisco. So many nice people. Plus, everybody is nicer with a little weed. We left, but the girls were stressing the fact that they were over walking.
We go outside and flag down a Lincoln Towncar. Give the dude 17 bucks (way too much) to take us to Elbo Room. We get there, Shannon and I get tall boys of Pabst, Karen gets a gin and tonic, and Justin gets a water, yes we were all at that point. There was a really crappy band upstairs. They were playing rock, but not rocking it. The bar was empty. It was getting late and we were wasted. After we finished our drinks we left in a cab.
The cab dropped us off a block away from the apartment. I don't think he knew where to go. We wanted to get more food, we walked to Mission St. Got food at some crappy Mexican food place, don't remember the name of it, none of us do, but it was right next to Safeway. Then walked back to the apartment. Karen sealed off one bathroom. Justin, Shannon and I grubbed. There was an extra plate of food, we think it was Karen's, we couldn't tell what it was. But we ate it anyways.
All in all, it was a great night. I just wanted to get wasted, which I did, since I was so pissed at Chuck.
