Tuesday August 6, 2002 at 05:51 pm
Okay so my weekend blog is taking me longer than expected to write so I broke it up into parts, here’s the 1st half or 3rd, cuz I haven’t quite figured out how long it really will be. So stay tuned
Part One
Sleep…
Must have sleep…
Is it so much to ask for…
A sheer single solitary moment…
To sleep… and I mean really “SLEEP” that deep slumber from which there is no escape, where reality and is something so far from the current state, it brings a subconscious grin to a other wise dormant face. The kinds sleep that makes you wonder how the hell you slept through 4 alarms clocks, a thunder storm, and an earthquake, without even the slightest nudge kind of sleep.
But I don’t think I would have traded my conscious for anything else this weekend. Okay maybe for a few other things. I actually had a fun weekend, which is surprising in comparison to any other where I’m normally either mildly amused with it, making it seem as if I’m having a good time, for which in reality I’m only contempt with the current happenings, other than that most weekends for me or boring and uneventful.
This weekend seemed like it would be like many other including a few hours of overtime at work, followed by playing with/watching Kid play, followed by attending whatever event was going on that evening in which The McAllister Brothers had deemed worthy of attending. I take that back, in which 2 of the McAllister’s deemed worthy of attending. And by worthy I mean by whether or not we could afford it, and rarely whether or not it was actually worth it, as the 3rd has prior obligation with Kid. Yes the McAllister’s are a mystery, one in which is a completely different story possibly to be told later.
So basically Sat morning Mike had me waking up at the butt ass crack of dawn to go to our new apt and fill out some other paperwork before he had to go to work at noon. And I quote “Be ready at 10AM fucker”. At 9:45, he was still at his domicile getting ready, finally arriving closer to 11AM than 10AM, that’s nether here nor there, just keep in mind as you read that my ass was up at 8:30 for this whole thing.
So we finally get there and the coherent geriatric was nowhere to be seen, leaving us to deal with her airhead partner, who seemed to enjoy repeating useless un-requested information. We were her to sign a new leasing agreement as the apartment we originally selected had been rented out form under us, thus forcing us into another, therefore requiring a new leasing agreement with out signatures on it. However since the coherent geriatric realized our busy schedules, she simply changed the number on the original and left a note for the ditz to call and inform us there was no need to come down again. Unfortunately the ditz read the note and for argument s sake went in one eye and out the other, leaving not even the slightest semblance of recognition within her gaseous filled skull. Seeing as neither of us had seen this apartment and I picked up on there seemed to be some issues with it as the airhead repeated it’s the same floor plan over and over again, only modifying her pitch and modulation to make it seem different, we decided to see the apartment we would be moving into. At 1st I thought maybe this early morning brain activity was playing tricks on me, but the feeling was backed up when she began leading us by foot to the other side of where the apartment we were looking at was. Honest mistake, maybe but after she spent 2 hours the previous weekend looking at apartment and commenting on my broken leg, which was more than apparent in shorts, to still say “Oh no it’s a nice day out today we’ll enjoy a nice walk around the complex”. Needless to say as we arrived at apartment 1102 and not 1002 and she noticed someone living there as she opened the door, she was flabbergasted at her obviously lack oxygen available to her brain.
We finally made it to the correct apartment, but to no avail, as the door opened she immediately slammed it shut and refused to show it to us, stating the apartment was in shambles and was not fit to be seen. She repeated this mantra of hers almost the entire way back to the leasing office, in which she promptly disappeared amongst a mass of giggles and flying Cray paper. Luckily Marie, the competent, and very brash geriatric came in to see what was amiss, and explained there was no real reason to come down. She question why we hadn’t been told since Airhead had to get the keys from under the post it note she left stating such within our leasing file. Needless to say the afternoon was wasted and with it my opportunities to regain some sleep once more.
Mike went to work after dropping me off and I contemplated not going into work as to catch a small nap, however Kid decided her and her crew were going kick it and veg on some toons, before swimming and finger painting, thus sleeping was out o the question again. Forced with no other choice I opted to go to work and at least make a few extra $$$’s before the week was out. Originally I had intended to work 4hrs, but as soon as I arrived I wanted to leave, and within in hour I was on the verge of insanity. Foreseeing the danger involved if I snapped on this fine afternoon, I opted to simply leave after 2 hrs, besides I still wanted to work on my site some before going out to dinner with Kim and her crew for her birthday bash.
I was unsure on whether or not to attend the bash part of the evening but did want to at least partake of the dinner festivities. So after eating a very late dinner, which was slated for 3:30 or 4 ish, Liz aka Crackhead finally presented to the McAllister brothers and Kid a Saturday feast, which was quite good, just later than I had planned. I wanted to eat something before I went to dinner so I wouldn’t be forced into order in a large meal at the dinner, thus spending more than the weekend budget had allotted.
In the end it didn’t mater as we simply split the entire bill amongst the 7 people there. I have to say of the many restaurants I’ve been to Buca Di Beppo is probably one of the best Italian places I’ve had the luxury of eating at. It has a down to earth and almost neighborhood vibe to it. Basically all the portions of everything on the menu is meant to be split between 2-3 people yet is priced as if for only one, making it a great place for a large gathering of people.
Afterwards we went to a somewhat new club that opened recently. I say somewhat new because the building has been there for years as Rockin Rodeo, yet has been remodeled to house 4 clubs in one building. One retro club; Confetti’s, one dance club: South beach, one karaoke club; Alley Cats, and the original country club; Rockin Rodeo. All packed under one roof called Graham Central Station.
Kim and some of the other girls went to drop of some of the cars and were meeting us at the club, as it was right down the street from where one of them lived. Since it was Kim’s birthday she decided she would do karaoke. Well that notion was soon dismissed once she got there and saw the complete lack of talent in the karaoke bar and decided to venture out to the other rooms for a more upbeat and spirituous vibe. This of course was found immediately upon hearing Retro 90’s playing in one of the rooms.
Now I must stop here and explained a few things, this place has got to have the most unique sound setup I’ve ever heard. No matter what room you’re in you only hear the music from that club, even though there are no doors leading to the others, only large open walkways. The layout is somewhat as follows. When first walking in the door you’re greeted with what almost looks like a loading area for a train station. Directly in front of you spray-painted like a throwback from a darker scene from Grease with “Alley Cats” scrawled across it. It’s is basically the center divider of the building. You have the choice of going left or right, but either choice will take you around the entire club. Going right there is a hallway with 2 walkways as soon as you enter it. On the left is Alley Cats, and on the right is South beach, the Top 40 dance room with and entrance in front and in the back, which leads to Rockin Rodeo. Once in Rockin Rodeo, u can go back into the left hallway to get to Alley Cats or hit the main bar which is basically where the wall would have been the back wall of Alley Cats, but instead it divided the two with a huge ass bar. If you keep walking the length of the bar, you will come to entrance one is the top of the left hallway and the other is the back entrance to Confetti. Walking through Confetti, you see the 2nd entrance, which leads to the front of the hallway, and directly back to the 2nd side entrance to Alley Cats. Below is a little picture that I think will help if my description failed.
So anyway, Kim decided she wants to go dance so the herd as I call it started out at Confetti, which I knew was going to happen since Kim seems to be a phreak for Retro, the funny thing is it’s not what most would call Retro, but anything now labeled as Retro. A few years back when the hits from 93 were out, she didn’t like to hear em. I know this because I used to practice with them on my tables. But now that they’re labeled as Retro, she’s all about em, weird I know.
Now mind you any other time I’d be all about dancing but, as this was the 1st night out without the cast, I wasn’t about to try and do something I’d really regret, but then again I was at an off the hook club with 4 beautiful girls, whom as THEY put it were “hooched” out for the evening. Only problem was 3 of the 4 girls had significant others whom had basically left the women in my care. This is usually not a problem, as they normally end up with each other as I go off on my own. Only to be called back into action when either the shit hits the fan, or ironically any hint of opportunity comes my way. I’ll tell you now this night was going to be no different, at the club at least.
So for the 1st round of many I sat and chilled and watched the floor, until the hordes started closing in. At 1st nothing much but then a group of what appeared to be horde of over 40, my wife’s passed out in the car, drunken husbands. At this point I opted to check out some more up to date music and herded the sheep away from the wolves to South Beach, which based on it’s name would be like herd the sheep to the slaughter house. But ironically enough it was far tamer, at least for the moment. 15 minutes in is when the job took a slight turn for the worse, 4 separate cages one in each corner, 6 girls all wanting to get in them, 2 arms, one good leg. Then I remember 2 of the 6, how should I say preferred the other white meat, So I quickly resolved the issues by having the other 4 dance for me in one cage while I stood next to the door to the cage, to keep the flies out. This only seemed to stifle the hunger so they for the most part pulled me into the cage with them, okay so they just wouldn’t stop asking so I got in of my own accord. This was one of many turning points in the evening……………………………to be continued!
Part Two
After about another hour of dancing the 2 other girls left, I think, I wasn’t sure, since I wasn’t really paying any attention to them for the most part, which left Kim, Jen, Garnett, Rylee and me. Then suddenly there seemed to be new scent in the air, close by as Rylee and Jen left to go gets drinks another girl got in with us and that’s when I noticed it. Every guy in the room was looking up at our cage, and soon followed by the trailing eyes of at least half the women in the room. Granted it would have been nice to say I had every woman’s eye on me, but for the most part I think they were just interested in whatever had caught all the fellas attention other than them. My leg was getting sore by the minute now, and having Kim on one leg and some strange woman on the other didn’t help any.
As much I would have liked to stay it was time to rest it up a bit and take some pressure off it. I defiantly should have bought those new boots this weekend 1st as my ankle was not feeling quite stable. And was even more apparent when I tried to walk on it, basically reduce my top speed to just over that of a snail in molasses. This turned into a benefit as it allowed me much longer view of the scenery so to speak. Unfortunately Kim destroyed that plan as we walked through the middle of one of the rooms. A group of people had blocked her path, which left me trailing behind her by the hand, right in front of the girl I had eyed before. We both smiled and started dancing; I had tried to let go off Kim’s hands, but oddly her grip was stronger than mine, okay so I wanted to stay and play, but was then interrupted by Kim coming back for me after Jen pointed back out the center of the floor to grab me. By this time I was already semi no verbally acquainted with the girl I was dancing with, communication was limited to bumps and grinds of varying degrees. I’ll just say she was a little pissed when I was yanked away suddenly by the “hoochie white girl” as she put it. I simply smiled and told her I’d be back in a minute, in which I had every intention on doing.
The next hour flew by in a flash, 1st the girl who had been in the cage before was all over Kim in the cage while Garnett and I danced outside of it, Jen and Rylee had gone to the opposite cage and were trying to signal me to get her off of Kim, as she was disgusted by the stranger relentless attempts at kissing her. This was resolved quickly by jumping in with them and basically separating the two by dancing with Kim 1stand then with her as Kim hung out the cage like monkey. The stranger was then pulled away by a group of her own friends which left me and Kim in the cage by ourselves, until gorilla boy decided he was going try and grease his way in while I went with Rylee and Garnett who had left their cage to go check out Rockin Rodeo and meet some of their friends. As we left Gorilla boy was pushed aside by the girl from before and once again started phreakin on Kim, I laughed and suggested leaving her be for a few minutes to see how she handles it. But instead the girls decided to go pull her away and dragged her along with us.
I was shocked when I entered Rockin Rodeo, it was the same as before, but so different. Garnett, Kim and Jen all went off somewhere as Rylee and I sat and met her friends, Rockin rodeo is a clash between those country dance shows seen on TV and your average dance club, dark, with lots of hats, with a huge dance floor for line dances. Which by the way I attempted do but failed severely once I realized the Watermelon Crawl, required the full capacity of both legs. Instead Rylee and I decided to make up our own dance and wreaked havoc along the floor combining a hip hop style slow dance with the bounce and spins of country. Apparently Rylee had planned to perfect ending to the song with a dip to the floor, and as she began her approach I tried to tell her it wasn’t the end of the song, but it was too late. Time to go!
The night was winding down so we decided to end it where it all began, South Beach. The cage was empty and all the girls piled in of course. The girl I was dancing with earlier had made her way back over and we danced for a good minute till her friend wanted to get in another cage to the side of ours. Rylee and Jen went to the cage opposite of ours, and it turned into a little competition of which I became nothing more than prop to grind against.
As the house lights rose, I could finally see just how sweaty everyone really was, and with mass amount of wet baby T-tops. I bid the little “Shorty that got away” in the other cage a farewell, and herded the felines to the door, for the most part carrying Kim to the car. A plan was made to meet over at Jen’s house for a little after party and away we went.
The next 5 hours consisted of the following in particular order, and much more detailed than I’m even going to write, so as to mask the innocent and the guilty, it consisted of:
Sports activities: Water Volleyball
Beverages: Varies shots of mysteriously colored fluids, with varying consistency
Music: From multiple stereo systems
Trivia Games: Truth or Dare, followed by just Dare
And last, but far from least, one passed out birthday girl, the victim of them evening.
It was a fun filled evening/early morning with one twist, which I shall not say, but needless to say I have whole new perspective on things now. Unfortunatley the birthday girl crashed less than an hour after arriving and spednt the evening in her own bliss on the couch, until I came back the next mornign to pick her up and take her home. This was probaly the only down point of the evening as I had less than 3 hrs sleep before she called me.
*Yawnz*
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