The wild weekend that was I haven't had a weekend this crazy in a minute. The fact that I actually survived to blog about it is a feat in and of itself. It's going to be hard for mere words to capture the essence of what went down, but I'll do my best…It started on Thursday, when me a couple buddies stayed up all night trying to finish this problem set. We're some dumbasses. Although you're supposed to spend 10 to 12 hours on the sets, I don't think you're supposed to spend it in a continuous block - one which ends at the hour the assignments due no less. At anyrate, this setup for the Friday evening "we going out?" call. My man had been trying to get me out all week, but being a student isn't the most condusive life for weekday freetime (actually any freetime for that matter, but that's arguable), so we'd been postponing the festivities for the weekend, and it was here. We head out to Hollywood, to some random spot (not actually random, but as you'll see throughout this post, names have managed to ellude me). The sign on the door said something like, "a-list only," but somehow that wasn't refering to us. Right after the bouncer said no, the owner looked at us and said, "they look like nice guys, let 'em in." And so it was. It was a small place, a very chill type spot. And it wasn't over-crowded either, which was nice. As it was our first spot, we maintained focus: finding our place at the bar. One of the disadvantages of a place like this is that people don't really mingle; it's more of a place to meet, so people already know someone before they get there. This is offset by the fact that there are no ugly people in the entire joint. It got to the point where we were actually on the lookout for an ungly person - a mission that proved futile. Definately an "LA" spot. After we had a few drinks in us, it was time to move on. We walked around the corner to another place that was more a club type place. My man pulled an ill move getting us in: he found these two random chicks at the front of the line and told the bouncer we were together and slipped him a few bucks - worked like a charm. The chicks were rather upity, and weren't really down for it, but it all happened so fast they couldn't really object. The funny part was when we went in (to were they check ID and you actually pay), one of them looked at us and said, "I forgot my wallet." (Neither me, nor my friend, is a fool, so there's no need to even talk about how that one ended.) We got in, and the place was in its peak. We took a few observation laps, and finally stumbled upon one of the bars. We start talking to random people and blah blah blah when I find myself sitting on a couch talking to chick. I think what (had) happened was my man found some girl he liked and was talking to her. I started to get tired and just wanted to sit down and some girl happened to be there, so we started talking. Turns out it was perfect: shorty was engaged, for real bouts to get married, and her single friend had dragged her out for the night. While I'm not bouts to get married, and my man didn't really drag me out, our situation wasn't quite the exact mirror of theirs, but it was pretty damn close; as a wingman it doesn't get much better than this. We hung out with them for the rest of the night, shit was real peace, and even grabbed something to eat afterward. I don't think anything panned out with her friend and mine, but all I can do is bring music to the horse, I can't make it dance. I get home about 4:30ish, which only became painful when I had to get up the next morning for basketball. I somehow managed to get up and down the court for a few hours, but I don't think it was the prettiest performance of my career. I learned that morning that Caltech had a game that night, thus, my evening was already starting to take shape. I finished some stuff up for most of the afternoon before showing up. Me and a few other friends have made it our duty to be roudiest fans in the county. That night was no exception (it was, in fact, "exceptional"). A few of the guys showed up drunk, which was entertainment in and of itself, but this night was truly remarkable because of the way were able to get into the heads of the players (the opposing team of course). We yell directly at players, using their government names, along with various other obscenities. We'll often choose one player in particular (totally at random) to really pick on; seems to bring down the team moral a bit. We had the opposition so frustrated, that they cursed back at us. They even threw the ball at us at one point. It was incredible. Rumour had it that one of the players, after fouling out, left the gym and kicked a hole it the wall! It was beautful. Although Caltech lost, I feel like it was a win for the fans. But back to the real action. It just so happened that my mans from the previous night was there, so as soon as the final buzzer sounded, we realised it was time to get it crackin. We first stopped over to this wine bar where a friend of his works so loosen up. I like the spot a lot, very chill, we've had good times there. I think this is due to the fact that I can, in the same place, do two things I really enjoy: eating and drinking wine. Simple, I know, but there aren't a lot of spots like this. The plan for the night was to hit up some club were a friend of his was bartending. The place was in "Maywood," which neither one of us had heard of; typical and almost expected for me, but for a true seasoned vet like my man, a very unusual situation. Although we stayed in LA county, we went through some real random spots to get there. I mean, we passed some docks, went through a train yard, passed some warehouses and a truck yard… and there it was, in the middle of nowhere, [this is the part where you insert the name, but of course, I forgot. If it means anything, I don't think I ever really knew the name of the spot]. From the outside, it seemed like a real ghetto crowd, quite the opposite from the night before, but we were feelin' the change of pace. From the moment we walked up the joint, I knew it was going to be a special night. Because "our" friend was bartending, we didn't wait in line. Instead we were escorted through the back by the owner. It was some real pimp shit. Instead of using the front door, he opens this metal gate off to the side and tells the bouncers, "these guys are with me." We got through this damp, dimly lit alley to the back of the building. It was really like out of a movie, where kats go to do some real illegal type shit. When we turn the corner, we walk up these metal stairs to a door being guarded by this dude with a CIA ear piece. We get to the door and the owner says, "you fellas enjoy yourself." At which point the CIA dude opened the door. Me and my man found ourselves at the top of some stairs looking down at a sea of people, many looking back up at us like "who the fcuk are there guys?!?!" Nice :) As usual, we made a b-line for the bar, but this time moreso to say hey to his friend. She started mixing a couple Hulks. I started to think, "damn, there are some real thugs in this beast tonight," but then she gave them to us! I didn't really know what to do with myself. It's been a while since I've savoured the hulk - since my days in the ROC actually - and here this girl was mixing it up without request. That's whassup. (It actually took me a second to get my mind right after that episode.) We took our customary observation lap, to which we were quite impressed. The place had this voyuer theme: there was a room on the first floor where these two chicks in scantely clad made out while being video taped; there were various plasmas throughout the club that played the action. Very nice touch :) There was quite a bit of eye candy in there as well, and I realised my job as wing man was going to need to not only begin soo, but be in top notch working order. But first, we had to relocate our bartender, I needed another hulk :) Start dancing left and right, not sure what was going on really. Start meeting random people, again, not quite sure what the hell was going on, but good times seemed to be had by all. Single handedly started up after party. Home around 5ish. Calls up next morning asking me to recap the night, as his sidekick has like 20 new numbers whom he can't put a face with. Hate to toote my own horn, but aye… :) Think weekend is over, trying to get some work done, when I get the call once more. It's Sunday night for crying out loud, and I'm going out again! Crazy. What really sparked it was the fact that he'd called some chicks we met last night and threw out the idea of keeping the party going. I think he wanted me there to continue with the wingman effect. We also added our boy into the mix, to help distribute the wealth; not only that, but he had the hookup on getting us in. Although it wasn't the grand entrance of the night before, it got the job done. The place was packed. For ladies, it seemed breast implants were a requirement for entrance (shit was crazy, I've never seen anything like it). The dance floor was like out of a video - not much you can do, and you're saying excuse me like every two seconds. Yea, that shit was crazy. Haven't had a stretch like that since I lived in the ROC.
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