“What are you doing tonight?” ~ somebody
“Well, I don’t know, I heard that there’s some party at Rec Center, so, basically, I’m gonna go there, get really drunk, realize that there’s no one new to fuck there, get all pissy, then go to a bar.” ~ me
“Really? That sounds awful.” ~ somebody
“Yeah.” ~ me
Which is pretty much exactly what happened, except I forgot to add the part where the main reason I went to Rec Center was because I new that at the very least there would be a ton of awesome lady friends there, dressed to the nines and oh so graceful, as usual. So as I showed up at the show, half empty bottle of 2 buck chuck in hand, I was greeted by the usual melange of ethnically diverse and well dressed women I enjoy seeing. I was pleased to see both Nastia & Shanice wearing striped shirts (picture impending, thanks to Alix Black Book), and Alex (formerly of Mama Buzz), Arianna, Jessica (Arianna’s cousin), and Alicia were there as well. The conversation that ensued was generally around the “What have you been up to realm?” Mostly because at midnight on a Thursday with only half a bottle of wine in my system, I wasn’t up to par on the usual drunk, obnoxious party girl antics.
But, as I predicted, there was no one new for me to try to sleep with at the Rec Center that evening. So after an efficient half hour of socializing, Arianna accompanied me to Radio, where we had one drink and subsequently split to Ruby Room. For some reason, I had broached the possibility of going to Dogwood, mostly because as I biked by there and strained my neck slightly to check out who was bar tending while simultaneously trying to not endanger my life, I realized that the bar tender was someone I new from my job as a bar tender at Night Light. But what were we going to do, go to Dogwood? Hell no! Ruby Room por vida, homes.
I was pleased to discover that the Ruby Room had a $4 Fernet drink special that evening, and as we settled into pre-last call comfort on the red couches in the back, we initiated our traditional search for the cigarettes of other people that we could smoke. That search resulted in the two of us striking up a conversation with two different men. Somehow I had caught the eye of some white dude across the room, and, seeing as I was feeling merely tipsy and neither flat out drunk nor flat our sober, I deemed it rational to wink at him. This is something I’ve never done before – wink at some strange man from across the room. Mostly I was doing it because he was smoking a cigarette and he wanted to partake, and the result was he came and sat down next to me. I struck up a conversation, you know, the bland, convivial conversating tactic that I have picked up as a bar tender. Unfortunately, Arianna, who had successfully scored a cigarette, was engaged in conversation with some creepy dude, so as she got up to go to the bathroom she muttered, “Get this guy away from me.” Which I think I did successfully, because as he tried to butt into my conversation with random bar boy, I snarkly snapped, “You’re interrupting me.” Which was my two ounces of ego decimation for the day. Quota achieved.
The cousin of some friend of mine wandered into Ruby Room and alerted the two of us that there were hella kids across the street out front of the library getting hyphy. Which sounded appealing, but as Arianna and I sat in Ruby Room after hours, eating bites of the Mr. Pizza Man pizza that the bar tenders had ordered as they washed dishes, I think we somehow missed that party. Instead, we sat at the too brightly lit bar and polished off her half pint of Ancient Age before heading home, where I woke up at 2pm today and realized that we had thought it would be funny to chat bomb friends on Facebook at 3am with disgusting incest-themed messages and work on drinking some of the fifth of Bacardi silver I had tucked away in my room.
I’m probably going to wind up friending that boy I winked at in Ruby Room, not because he was miraculously attractive or anything, but mostly just to validate my ego.
I think the moral of the story here is: dude, Thursday nights are fucking up. Remember last year when Sick Sad World was a Thursday regular? And everybody was there? And it was a great way to start the weekend? Yeah. Let’s do that again. So attention all shitty DJ friends who (congratulations!) made it to the end of the post: MAKE MY WEEKEND BETTER PLEASE