Friday, April 22, 2005 24 Hours Awake

So, I got drunk at a gay bar with my gay friend in a gay town, and guess what, I was perfectly gay at the end of the night! (Oh, and I have a cough. Sucky.)    Everyone wants to be gay! I know I do! Life is just too blue at times. I went to the Caliph, and actually sang "Somewhere over the Rainbow." LOL I contributed to everyone's gayness with that song, I tell ya! Then down to Bourbon Street we went. Unfortunately we missed the singing trio that showcases there. I didn't miss much, however-because I needed to go to the restroom pretty badly, and one of the dames was changing in there (taking so forever) and when she finally was done, the bathroom reeked of BO. Damn. As if the lady's room doesn't stink enough. Ok, ok...that was mean and uncivilized of me. But, my head still spins slightly and my stomach doesn't know whether it's hungry or sick...but I shall eat anyway.    I would like to take this moment to honor a day where four super humans stayed awake for more than at least 16 hours, two of which stayed up longer, because I had not written about this day yet. It started at Lestat's, where we learned a cool new card game! One for the ranks, in fact-called The Rock...lol Or Darrock or whatever. That was fun...I remembered a really cool cup game too...but who knows how to explain the cup game...not I.    Three friends stood outside of the coffee house feeling the night's powers dwindle and the anticipation of nothing increase. The streetlamp beat upon our heads, almost maliciously, as we stood out there, running out of words and hope. Boredom. Therefore, we left the place, and headed to drop one friend off at his bus stop-The Livingroom, where his mother is his bus driver. What ended up happening was an entertaining conversation about sour friends and a craving for 6am liquor.    The three left the Livingroom for some nasty Mexican food and alcohol to carry on the already long evening. It had to stay alive somehow! One friend suddenly rebelled and requested to go home and forfeit the drinking. So the party headed to leave her. At her house...the walls seemed to beat like African drums and the shadows started to come alive. There I was, amidst of what felt like a minor panic attack. I think it was the stress of a terrible hunger, stunted by a terrible burrito, and the need to do something, anything. Therefore we said farewell to the fledgling and headed to my house for some boozin'.    There we were, three kids, chock full of stamina, but not energy, playing Darrock on the roof under an overcast sky. And then it became California Monkey Spank; and then back to Darrock. Oh, the hours that whiled away as we played....apparently 9 or so, flew beneath our noses. But, we didn't care--we had beer, and Apple 99 (not really), and delirious laughter...the best kind. Kind of like, really good secret sex...that got caught. Damn.    Suddenly music began to play and the three danced and exercised their time away! Literally- I'm talking push-ups and sit-ups on my roof. It was pure frolic at that point. They were insanely tired and pumped full of mysterious energy that kept them moving, playing cards, and talking their lives away. The 24th hour of Wake was approaching, but the kids didn't care...until the pizza came.    Hot pizza, ranch, and Buffalo wings, to be precise. And watching My Cousin Vinnie on TV. It was time to sleep after that. Every last drop of stamina was then being used as fuel to digest the food they consumed and there was no going back. The alcohol was long, long gone. It wasn't enough anyway. The day finally came to its end. ...Another day of destined nothing...absolute something.