On Friday nights, some go to coffee shops or play board games, others may play cards; some stay home to watch TV, other people have hopes of going to the beach to eat Mexican food to no avail. And, though that is all good and well, some of us use Friday night to party.
I partied of course.
I dragged my men and myself to gear up with a bottle of vodka in some soda bottles (for the sake of being discreet.)
My companions and I ended up going to a bar in North Park where 3 local punk bands played. There, I met up with 3 cool girlfriends to drink, dance, and talk about dirty boys over cheap vodka-tonics. (=P)
My friend was having issues with her relationship, and I felt obliged to assist. The other two girls were wasted, and I joined them, occasionally, for a mosh-pit romp. It was very loud; so loud, that even our whispers were loud.
Most of the people there I had never met, but there were some that I had gotten aquainted with once or twice from other parties or bars. There was a group of awesome folks that I had gotten to know when I went camping last year present as well.
I walked out once with this girl I barely met, to drink in the alley and smoke with my bestfriends. They were busy talking about religion when we got there and their soda bottles of vodka were just about finished.
Later in the night as the bar was on its way to closing, the girl and I took on the challenge of getting all the aquaintences together to party with each other. I had coaxed my other three girlfriends to open up their apartment for an after-party. However, the guys hesistated to go to that party so we all decided to eat at a 24 Italian food restaurant near the college area called Etna's first.
Ah...conversations of video games, sky diving, and sarcastic jokes ensued over plates of spagehettis, raviolis, spongey/nasty-veal, and footlong hogies. No one wanted their massive amounts of leftovers, so Mac and I took it upon ourselves to take all the extra food home (for good measure.)
Afterwards, stuffed to the brim, some folks were ready to depart towards home while the rest of us wanted to continue partying...playing Katomari Domacey(sp?) and smoking Weed- (to be more precise.) But, most of us wanted to check out the girls' apartment, so we headed there instead.
We got to the apartment and when we looked in the window, we saw a dozen kids sleeping on the floor under a misty cloud of smoke. We did get there late, so it wasn't a surprise. Most people woke up when we came in and we all continued to drink. We ended up poking and prodding at some sleeping guy who lay in the middle of the living room; no matter what we did, he remained unphased.
My girlfriend and I took vodka shots and chased with tonic water; so little time and even less left to drink, afterall. My other friends tended to more booze and food all while drunken chit chat continued among us all-about relationships and people in general. There was also lots of fooling around, bouncing on furniture, and jokes to be had!
The evening lead to a battle between a Mexican girl and a sarcastic "Racist-Asshole" getting it on with verbal insults over Immigration issues. It was entertaining to everyone, I have to admit. She would speak in Spanish and he would tell her to learn English...you know where that goes.
Eventually, it was time to go home at 5am in the morning. All of us satisfied and well ready for bed.
Now that, my friends, is what I call a Friday night.
I partied of course.
I dragged my men and myself to gear up with a bottle of vodka in some soda bottles (for the sake of being discreet.)
My companions and I ended up going to a bar in North Park where 3 local punk bands played. There, I met up with 3 cool girlfriends to drink, dance, and talk about dirty boys over cheap vodka-tonics. (=P)
My friend was having issues with her relationship, and I felt obliged to assist. The other two girls were wasted, and I joined them, occasionally, for a mosh-pit romp. It was very loud; so loud, that even our whispers were loud.
Most of the people there I had never met, but there were some that I had gotten aquainted with once or twice from other parties or bars. There was a group of awesome folks that I had gotten to know when I went camping last year present as well.
I walked out once with this girl I barely met, to drink in the alley and smoke with my bestfriends. They were busy talking about religion when we got there and their soda bottles of vodka were just about finished.
Later in the night as the bar was on its way to closing, the girl and I took on the challenge of getting all the aquaintences together to party with each other. I had coaxed my other three girlfriends to open up their apartment for an after-party. However, the guys hesistated to go to that party so we all decided to eat at a 24 Italian food restaurant near the college area called Etna's first.
Ah...conversations of video games, sky diving, and sarcastic jokes ensued over plates of spagehettis, raviolis, spongey/nasty-veal, and footlong hogies. No one wanted their massive amounts of leftovers, so Mac and I took it upon ourselves to take all the extra food home (for good measure.)
Afterwards, stuffed to the brim, some folks were ready to depart towards home while the rest of us wanted to continue partying...playing Katomari Domacey(sp?) and smoking Weed- (to be more precise.) But, most of us wanted to check out the girls' apartment, so we headed there instead.
We got to the apartment and when we looked in the window, we saw a dozen kids sleeping on the floor under a misty cloud of smoke. We did get there late, so it wasn't a surprise. Most people woke up when we came in and we all continued to drink. We ended up poking and prodding at some sleeping guy who lay in the middle of the living room; no matter what we did, he remained unphased.
My girlfriend and I took vodka shots and chased with tonic water; so little time and even less left to drink, afterall. My other friends tended to more booze and food all while drunken chit chat continued among us all-about relationships and people in general. There was also lots of fooling around, bouncing on furniture, and jokes to be had!
The evening lead to a battle between a Mexican girl and a sarcastic "Racist-Asshole" getting it on with verbal insults over Immigration issues. It was entertaining to everyone, I have to admit. She would speak in Spanish and he would tell her to learn English...you know where that goes.
Eventually, it was time to go home at 5am in the morning. All of us satisfied and well ready for bed.
Now that, my friends, is what I call a Friday night.
3:24 PM
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