| 26 jan 2002 well, pardon me if i have any spelling or gramatical errors due to my current state of inebriation. well, today started off as a regular boring "dardy has no plans" kind of day... i woke up just past noon to the sound of jay coming back, and i immediately got up to see what was going on. so i wound up being a glorious 5th wheel to jay and teddy and their respective girlfriends over a bowl of greasy szechuan beef and tendon noodle soup. afterwards we got balls, and we headed home. then, i proceded to watch stanford blow a seven-point halftime lead over USC to lose in the next 20 minutes... fuck me. they couldn't handle the full-court pressure that USC provided, and gave them fucking fifteen seals and over twenty turnovers. dumbasses. i mean, it reminded me of myself watching them... overpowered by the stress and giving the ball up over and over again... but if it's me, i can understand because my handles suck, but them, they're supposed to be powerful collegiate types! ugh. i had dinner with jeremy , kate, carolyn and company, and that was all cool, because i never get too see carolyn because she's at harvard. i had my regular chili's country fried steak, which was so greasy and rich that i proceded to barf three times later on the in the night... but then the night got interesting. sort of. i had left some messages to peter to call me back, because alan told me peter was going up to the city later on tonight. so i called and told him that i wanted to tag along. it turned out four of us went up... peter and his high school friends, dan and brian. i got dressed in my predominantly dkny-clad asian outfit, and headed over to stanford for the caravan (literally... we drove up in a toyota previa minivan) up to the city. first stop was this placed called the elbo room. a packed bar with some sort of dj concert going upstairs (we didn't go up there). there was a birthday party for one of the peter's med school friends, jerry, and i saw someone there that i recognized from stanford... jane. i kind of thought she was hot, but then again, she was one of those korean high-maintenance-looking women, so despite my trauma from my past, i realized that i'm still attracted to that type. we didn't say hi or anything, but made some weird-vibed eye contact that made me wonder what she knew about me... i'm sure that from the common people we know, she must have known who i was. i start off the night with a heavy duty dose of long island iced tea... holy shit, man, if you want to get buzzed, that's the best way to do it. i wasn't totally buzzed, but my head did start to get light after finishing it, despite the heavy greasy meal that i had at chili's. i was kind of wallflowering a bit, and then i headed to the bar to get some tequila shots. there was this total bitch there who cut in line, and she proceeded to knock over a pint of beer and soaked my money. fucking bitch. and there was a guy who cut in line and asked the bartender to get his drinks. luckily for the rest of us, the bartender called the guy an asshole and proceeded to ignore him and serve the rest of us. but right before he got to me, brian tapped my shoulder and told me we were leaving. peter was macking on some girl, so i told him to stay behind and seize the day. it's all about fucking carpe diem. so the rest of us headed off. the driver was a friend of brian and dan, a guy named damon who amazed me. basically, every we went, he would recognize people and just hug them and shake their hands in a ghetto way. we got into all the clubs for free, him knowing all the bouncers and bartenders and dj's and the like. what a cool guy. i asked dan, "how the fuck does he KNOW all these people?" and dan just replied, "he's from a different WORLD." no fucking shit. that's so impressive... it's something i wouldn't be able to achieve in a million years. we rode in dan's quad cab truck. booming with nitrious oxide gauges (what the hell does that do?) and a subwoofer system that gave us nice back massages in the back seat. he was crazy, i tell you. but in a really admirable way that made me awestruck and jealous. we went to club 6 to meet up with some of dan's and brian's friends. this girl named dora proceeded to talk to me, which saved me from the embarassment of not knowing anybody. i felt rather overdressed in my dkny mid-length overcoat. we danced a bit, drank a bit (red bull and vodka). i don't know. when i'm buzzing, ugly girls still are ugly. hot girls still are hot. but i think it's those girls that fall into that ambiguous category that start to look good. there was one girl who reminded me of gwen that started to look really good. fortunately or unfortunately (depending on how you look at it), i didn't get to talk to her. *shrug* it's ok, i guess. then, we headed off in the truck under damon's questionable sobriety behind the wheel and went to some placed called big fucking heart? or big new heart? big city heart? i don't know. it was a prett cool club, and we just grooved on the top floor looking down at the skanky girls who were dancing with equally guido-esque guys. the clubbing scene is really weird. do people go to hook up? do they go just to dance? it's weird and strangely interesting how people like to go and pack themselves into a warehouse and bounce up and down. human nature is strange to me sometimes. i mean, i enjoy the music and stuff, but i have to admit that it gets boring sometimes unless there's a great emotional fulfillment behind it. but anyways, it's a great people-watching venue in any case. and then the alcohol hit. peter and dan (dan especially) were rocked hard. i don't recall dan drinking that much, but shit, he was plastered. he puked a couple of times, and he was just staggering around, passing out intermittently, requiring the assistance of the relatively "sober" few in the group to help his self-locomotion. it was kind of pathetic. i'm so glad that i didn't drink that much, and that i had a decent amount of inherited tolerance (from my maternal grandfather's genes). we hit another club (354 something), but dan was so FUCKED up that we decided to go home. and guess who had to drive. yup. after a cigarette and a couple of dry alcoholic heaves later, i hopped in the minivan with the keys and safely landed everyone back at peter's pad at stanford. i dunno. it wasn't that much of an interesting night. but the cool thing was that on the drive back, i felt like a GUY. i swear, i haven't said "fuck" or "fucking" so frequently as i did then... phrases like "fuck that girl!" or "fuck that shit!" or "big fucking bitch!" and such... it was nice to relieve myself from the social requirements of being kind and gentlemanly and just get crude for a while. very relaxing. i think i'm a guy who is very much controlled by his inhibitions. and that's why i appreciate the times when alcohol loosens me up. yes, it is a shame i didn't try to pick up any girl, but still, it was nice to let go a bit. if only i could apply this ethanol induced freedom to my daily life... i think i would have a lot more fun. anyways. it's four fucking twelve am. i better get some sleep. |