Monday, August 22, 2005


I was just about to go get some ice cream and settle-in for a night of chatless boredom when a buddy called. Hey, some friends are coming over and then we're all going out. Don't know where, just come on over, but dress for possible clubbing. So I got dressed, poured myself a to-go cup, and went over. Beyond the first I wasn't driving, so ease up cowgirls. We caravaned over to WestU to pick up some dude, then over to the MedCenter to a party. Apparently the med school(s) just finished a round of exams so all the students were throwing parties and we knew a friend of a friend of a med student, so we're IN!

Party 1- Ohmydamn it's hot. We're in a 600 square foot apartment with about 50 other strangers. The hostess was a cute 20-something of, I'm going with Indian-descent (not that it matters- cute is cute), who kindly served me several glasses of, I'm going with rum & blue Hawaiian Punch. There were several other cute girls (yes, sadly they were all girls, not women) in attendance, but having arrived late the only standing room available involved the corner of the coffee table pressed deeply into my calf. A room full of med students and I couldn't find anyone to check me for a hernia. *sigh* The group expanded to include the friend of the friend (or maybe it was just the friend, it's not like I know any of these people) as we left for party 2.

Party 2- Caravan back to WestU where some more med students had gathered at what must have been a rented house. Cheap-ass IKEA furniture and no pictures on the walls? Yeah, rented. Ohmydamn it's even hotter here. Now we're in a 1200 square foot house with about 250 other strangers, spilling out into the garage, front yard, back yard. (This was not a difficult party to find.) Ok, it seems most of these people are third year, but still no one to check me for a hernia.
Some girl: Are you a third year too?
Me: No, I'm retired.
Some girl: You don't look old enough to be retired.
Me: No no, I'm quite old and I don't work.
Some girl: That's a cool jade pendant. Very asian.
Me: Yeah, I got it in Hong Kong when I ... (she walks away)
So I found the cooler full of trashcan punch which reportedly contained a whole bottle of Everclear. I say 'reportedly' because drinking a cup of that made me more sober than I was previously (which was unfortunately still pretty sober). Time to bust out of here and to a "club".

Club 1- Hey, let's drive around the block ONE more time, ok? So we go to this club that's pretty nice, but I'm the only white guy there. (Not a problem, mind you, just an observation.) So friend goes to the bar to retrieve drinks and brings back some rather large shots of something vaguely maple-colored. A little taste to see what it is, because not only can I not hear what he's telling me it is, I can't hear anything ever again, and it tastes like cough syrup. So I drink the shot of 'tussin and quickly order a 7&7 to wash it down. Dancing, merriment, more boozé, yadda yadda. Time for late night food.

Food 1- Late night Vietnamese. Garlic and bo luc lac and garlic and spring rolls and softshell crab and garlic. And then a meteor crashed and everyone died.


At 1:49 AM, Blogger mellancollyeyes said...

sigh...i'm not even going to pretend that i'm not jealous that you lead a much better friday night than i do.

my friday night--work until 11. home. Law and Order: SVU reruns until 1. Sleep.


At 7:59 AM, Blogger christ*el #3tx said...

i got stuck at you drinking out of a trashcan.

run that one by me again.

At 10:03 AM, Blogger Sass said...

Sounds like I wasn't the only one who rode the couch all day Saturday.

The penalties we tak for being team players

At 10:04 AM, Blogger Sass said...

I agree with Christ*3tx - drinking out of a trash can. These wern't the kids on the accelerated program were they?

At 10:24 AM, Blogger DeAnna said...

I remember Jungle Juice in a trashcan in....HIGHSCHOOL.

I'm getting old. Just reading the description of your Friday night has made me tired and my back hurt. :(

At 10:45 AM, Blogger Jethro said...

Mmmmmm....Bo Luc Lac. Bite sized cubes of Filet Mignon.

What happened to the ninja that was supposed to bat that meteor back into space?

At 11:01 AM, Blogger kcterrilynn said...

People still still drink trashcan punch?! I haven't had that since high school.

At 11:25 AM, Blogger tinyhands said...

Aide- What made you think my Friday was better than yours?

#3moo- Not drinking out of a trashcan, trashcan punch. Red Hawaiian Punch with Everclear and/or any other alcohol you can find.

Sass- Yes, I was in the penalty-box until mid-afternoon. And those are the future surgeons & internists of America. You're not on an HMO, are you?

De/KCTL- aka Grog, for when you're too lazy to wait in line at the keg.

Jeth- Actually, the meteor-line is a secret-coded apology to ESC for teasing her last night.

At 1:10 PM, Blogger Allie#3ga said...


At 1:37 AM, Blogger Zelda said...

You should go out with us.

At 3:04 AM, Blogger mellancollyeyes said...

you went out. spoke with real humans. interacted with live people.

i salivated over Detective Elliot Stabler and ate half a box of frosted donuts.


At 10:44 AM, Blogger tinyhands said...

#3GA- I know.

Z- I like Dim Sum too, you know!

Aide- But I really like little powdered donuts.


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