night before thanksgiving was a complete riot. the commonwealth store usually throw big parties the night before holidays, so, this particular night-before-holiday was at time lounge. i intended on showing up around 10, i didn't show up till 10:45.
and there was a line.
i waited for about 20 minutes outside, looking at so-called VIPs walk in. i guess maybe if i was filipino, i'd be in. unfortunately not. i realized that most people who were in line for time, didn't seem to realize why they were waiting in line or what party was actually going on. in fact, most people were waiting in line to wait in line.
(some guy behind me): i don't know what's going on tonight.
(me, answering up): it's the commonwealth 3rd anniversary party.
(some guy): commonwealth?
(me, pointing to sign clearly indicating a commonwealth 3rd anniv party): the clothing store, in ghent on 21st. it's their 3rd anniversary.
(some guy, grabbing his peoples): let's get out of here.
hmm.
anyway.
i finally get in around 11:30, my buzz from the 4/5's of a 1/5th of vodka severely dying. i'd been dying to get in and dance cause JC/DC was on and i was missing all the greatness of ATCQ "Scenario", Green Velvet - "Shake & Pop".
i get to the door, i get smacked with a cover fee.
$20.
wtf
$20.
fuck man. this is probably because i'm black, i'm wearing a dillinger escape plan sweatshirt, i'm not at all dressed for the occasion other than to dance for a bit then get some beer.
so i paid 20 bucks.
place was fucking packed. IMMENSELY. i get to the dancefloor, and it's empty. wtf. you're drunk, good music, you dance.
so i started dancing. ran into a bunch of other people and they started dancing. then the floor fills up with people.
god. people are afraid to be the only idiot moving around to music. Roli Rho from NYC gets on and starts playing pop reggae crap for a half hour. 20 bucks for this, and, he plays reggae. after a half hour for that shit we all dipped.
went to aj gator's where BERK was playing to show face and say hi. then left to see greg again at scotty quixx. greg was playing mostly bmore club joints, no one really understanding what bmore club is or what it was about, so again, i was the only idiot dancing.
after a few beers, the bartender was about to clear this random FULL drink from the bar, so i took it. tasted like a double margarita.
that was a mistake.
went back to justin's, and some girl i had a mild crush ended up there. i was drunk and made a complete ass of myself.
i woke up still drunk the next morning. so kept drinking. i was drunk the entire day. i think i killed about half of my 24 pack.
time to find out what's going on tonight.
and there was a line.
i waited for about 20 minutes outside, looking at so-called VIPs walk in. i guess maybe if i was filipino, i'd be in. unfortunately not. i realized that most people who were in line for time, didn't seem to realize why they were waiting in line or what party was actually going on. in fact, most people were waiting in line to wait in line.
(some guy behind me): i don't know what's going on tonight.
(me, answering up): it's the commonwealth 3rd anniversary party.
(some guy): commonwealth?
(me, pointing to sign clearly indicating a commonwealth 3rd anniv party): the clothing store, in ghent on 21st. it's their 3rd anniversary.
(some guy, grabbing his peoples): let's get out of here.
hmm.
anyway.
i finally get in around 11:30, my buzz from the 4/5's of a 1/5th of vodka severely dying. i'd been dying to get in and dance cause JC/DC was on and i was missing all the greatness of ATCQ "Scenario", Green Velvet - "Shake & Pop".
i get to the door, i get smacked with a cover fee.
$20.
wtf
$20.
fuck man. this is probably because i'm black, i'm wearing a dillinger escape plan sweatshirt, i'm not at all dressed for the occasion other than to dance for a bit then get some beer.
so i paid 20 bucks.
place was fucking packed. IMMENSELY. i get to the dancefloor, and it's empty. wtf. you're drunk, good music, you dance.
so i started dancing. ran into a bunch of other people and they started dancing. then the floor fills up with people.
god. people are afraid to be the only idiot moving around to music. Roli Rho from NYC gets on and starts playing pop reggae crap for a half hour. 20 bucks for this, and, he plays reggae. after a half hour for that shit we all dipped.
went to aj gator's where BERK was playing to show face and say hi. then left to see greg again at scotty quixx. greg was playing mostly bmore club joints, no one really understanding what bmore club is or what it was about, so again, i was the only idiot dancing.
after a few beers, the bartender was about to clear this random FULL drink from the bar, so i took it. tasted like a double margarita.
that was a mistake.
went back to justin's, and some girl i had a mild crush ended up there. i was drunk and made a complete ass of myself.
i woke up still drunk the next morning. so kept drinking. i was drunk the entire day. i think i killed about half of my 24 pack.
time to find out what's going on tonight.
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thefreddy:
tiiiiiiiiiiiiight! I'll let ya know.
cyureus:
mild crushes are fun aren't they?