Thursday, January 3, 2008

I Need a Vacation...

At this point, I don't even care where. I'm willing to go anywhere, just as long as I can still feel my balls when I walk outside. This cold weather has been brutal. I don't care if the calender says that it's 2008. So far, not a damn thing has changed. One day after new years, I'm still putting in twelve hour days.

It's rare for me go out and not have fun. Especially with the friends and family I have. So yeah, some brief moments of some of the shit I can recollect about new years day.

- Fitting seven grown ass people into a Honda Civic was probably the most painful experiences in my life. I seriously felt that circulation in both my legs were completely cut off.

- Getting our monies worth at the bar within the first hour. Weapon of choice the whole night? Grey Goose Vodka

- Ecstasy Girl- Her tumbling and crunk dancing were impeccable. It was also classic when she shunned every single person for helping her sorry ass up every time she fell. Fucking wish I hadn't left my camera at my desk.

- The skanky pretentious hoochies who threatened to call the cops on D.T. when he asked them to dance. LOL! Classic D.T. moment here for ya. (Read ahead) By the way, do people still say hoochie?

- The D.T. Show- Honestly, a party just ain't the same without homie. Whether it's stealing bottles of Grey Goose (which he successfully accomplished this time around), his nightlong dancescapade with the busted black chick, or almost inciting a riot at the coat check, you can pretty much guarantee no moment ever dull when he's around.

- The night was later capped off with a late night royal rumble. Haha, what do you expect at an Asian party? While we waited outside in the frigid cold for Phil, apparently some dude spat on some chick, leading up to an all out brawl outside ESPACE. First thing you see is some short Asian chick cursing and dropping the N-Bomb (Yes, the N-bomb) while slapping up this one dude. Bouncers try to restore order, restraining both the female and dude. Out of left field, the girls homeboy lays a haymaker on the guy. This somehow leads to a whole bunch of other people just letting fists fly. Shit, there as more girl-on-girl action, double teams, and head shots than a porno. And now I know why I don't go to Asian parties as much anymore.

Another year gone, with more memories to follow.

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