Thursday, November 17, 2005

The Party

Alright first up. Me and Ryan were going to Chris Coleman's house to chill and so Ryan can waddle in a puddle of sorrows and alcohol. This guy didn't even have the nerve to invite me though. He called Eddie and asked him if he was commin right in front of me. So when I put my foot down he was like "Oh do you want to come?".... Anyway, Eddie didn't go so it was just me and him gettin lost in Katy lookin for Chris Cloleman's house at like 10:00 at night.
Ryan told me of a time where he just might have, maybe, drove into a KKK meeting and being black that was a most unfortunate thing to happen and didn't make he fact that we were lost any easier to swallow. So we called Chris again and got back on track. Picked him up and then was the infamous question that every young person ask when they meet up with friends "So what do you wanna do?". Ryan mentioned his yearning to waddle and Chris said he was fresh out of puddles. Are you following me?
So Chris started calling his contact to see if we could chill wit them and no one could. Jennifers name came up which is someone they both know and I've only heard of and they called her. She's at a party, ideal. We say we're commin and we're not taking no for an answer, not that she said we can't of course. It was goin down in a hotel room. We made it and I walked in and I'm not sure what ran through my mind. Given I've never been to a party like this before and I know that is was not gonna be like it's on the teenage movies where someone invites some friends to their house and 78% of the school shows up and everyone has a big crazy blast. If any of those went down I was not in that 78%. Now I was at a smaller version of that...Maybe not since it was Jen's party. Anyway, I walked in and saw smoke....Then people behind the smoke, and then empty alcohol bottles behind them. Clearing we missed he best parts if there were any. Ryan and Chris dove right in since they were familiar with some of the members, I didn't know anybody so I silently took the roll of Doorman. The hotel room door locks by it self when closed so someone needs to open it right. People were just talkin, a guy was already paced out and the only of noise was the Adult Swim on the telly. So I tried to watch that from the dark corner of the room I was in. Course, it was hard to hear over the conversations of the party animals but I use that term loosely. It was more a social gathering than a party. Chris and Ryan started taking shots with other people. Alcohol wasn't my thing. I've never had it and I'll be damned if my first time I make an ass of my self in front of people I don't know. I mean I kinda wanna come to the next one.
Soon this guy, who was already pretty drunk pulled me aside and told me this sad tale of a life story which I pretty much nodded to. I think he expected me to know of the stuff he was talkin about, but whateva. Later I work my way over from the large AC radiator thing to the bed(which wasnt a big trip). Now I've always had a theory that drunk people can be funny or assholes. This girl was one of the funny ones. Stupid funny though. She'd laid on the bed and would roll when she talks to people. When she looks up at me she almost rolls off the bed but since my leg was already at the side it caught her. Her head on my leg, she starts trying to poke me in the face. I dunno about you but I don't like to be poked in the face so I move. Whenever I moved she would laugh....Like it was funny. Her friend comes over to get her and she tries to show her how I move and her friend says "Of course he moves, he's animate" which I thought was pretty hilarious but maybe it was all the second hand smoke (keep in mind there was no weed). Later on I've seemed to work my way to the kitchen area where I discovered that Ryan and Chris were drunk. They're pretty funny too.
Later still, somehow a freestyle battle breaks out between Ryan and Mr. Sad Life Story and it was pretty good. Although no one else in the room seemed to enjoy it. Ryan freestyles pretty smoothly when he's drunk and the other guy's a spiritual and stuff. Moving deeper into the night, Sad tale bites Ryan on the neck even though Ryan protested against being bitten and it seemed to have hurt him. It was supposed to be one of those good feeling bites or somethin. We leave and that's when Chris gets all heated. Turns out Sad Tale was trying to come on to him during the party and Ryan was still pretty pissed about the whole Dracula reenactment so we turned back. They wanted to kick his ass, Chris wanted it the most. Masculinity on the line, they made a game plan. Since they can't just walk in and start wailing on the guy they decide that Chris will take him into the bathroom to talk. If they don't come out in 10 seconds Ryan would hop in and double team the poor sap. I was on car detail since I had nothing against the guy and had something against pointless violence. When Ryan goes in to the bathroom I'm supposed to start the car.
We reenter the scene and the guys pretty wasted. He couldn't even stand straight but Chris still took him into the bathroom. Ryan didn't even wait 10 seconds before knocking on the bathroom door. Chris called him off and Ryan waited outside with whatever was left at the party. Everything worked out pretty well, no blood was shed but apparently Mr. Sad Tale told a longer sadder tale to Chris than he told me. By the time we we're leaving it was a little past 5 AM. Recapping on the way to Chris house and back home to Houston we rode. Keep in mind other stuff happened at that party, but I feel these are the things worth telling....I also feel this has stretched out long enough and I'm tired of typing.
Sorry for the lack of pictures but to short notice and the fact that my camera was out of batteries I couldn't take any. I'll try to be ready next time for you guys aight.

1 Comments:

Anonymous Kasey said...

Wow..that's intense. I wish I could have a party like that. But of course..it still made me feel something that you tolod me about it. I'm glad you're the good boy and didn't get drunk..because if you did..you never know what would happen on your way home. More than likely you wouldn't be able to write what you did.

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