Anyone that actually hangs out and goes drinking with me and my friends knows that many times when the mood strikes we just freak the f*ck out. So Wednesday night I went on a 12 hour bender with a bunch of friends. It all ended with our boy Steve here lying half dead in a bush in front of the Marriott Waikiki and getting dragged home and NP and myself destroying our apartment. Nothing permanently broke but a big freakin mess. Long story but not a unusual one around here so I will spare the details.
I used to wake up after nights like that and try to remember who I may have pissed off and what I may have broken and/or lost in the fray. I lost my iPod once in a blackout moment. That REALLY pissed me off. Then I would make a round of apology calls and make sure we are all still friends. Afterwards I would start to feel embarassed and think to myself….”You are too damn old to act like that.” Anyway, after discussing the events of the other night with Steve and NP I realized….f*ck it. Who cares? I am here to enjoy myself and as long as we are entertained and have fun who gives a shit how old I am or if my actions were deemed inappropriate and immature? Nobody ever gets hurt and it makes for great memories (If I do remember). What’s the alternative? It seems like most people are pretty boring and afraid of looking bad. We were laughing so hard the other night tears were rolling down our faces, jumping up and down hugging each other just so we wouldn’t fall down. We managed to anger several people and I am sure a couple people that we had just met won’t ever talk to us again. So what? It was fun. We are always getting told to calm down or “That’s not funny anymore” or “Enough, grow up!” Why so I can be a boring mannequin like you. No thanks. I am not saying you gotta show up at the bar hammered wearing a wig then puke in a plant or something but if spontaneous freakouts happen then f*ck it. Who cares? The alternative is much worse. Word of advice from Steve….”Don’t EVER do a triple shot of 151 at 5 am after 12 hours of drinking.” Good idea. I have great pictures if I could figure out how to get them off my phone. Maybe later.
Another word of advice… if everyone is egging you on, trying to get you to do something, such as a shot of 151 at 5am after 12 hours of drinking, no matter how tempting it is, don’t do it – it’s probably a bad idea.
For the record though, I didn’t throw up after taking that.
…well, not right away anyways.
I think I have a pretty good mental picture of what transpired on this eventful evening. I can see Steve lying half dead in a bush while his BAC hovers in the .30 – .40 range…and I can totally see Mark and NP abusing their apartment like it was a hotel room Motley was staying in. Look anything like the dorm @ Cortland? Classic. And if you were to ask me if I could describe a night like that…it would be one word. FUN. People suck. Fuck them and their shitty opinions about what a good time is. Destruction Debauchery = FUN.
Goose, I think you gotta come out and witness this sometime. From what I hear you’d fit right in.
In fact, all of you do, if you think you can handle it, that is.
Me and Prio are at MAC 24/7 to get some food….My wife and her friend (the one Mark refers to as the girl he just me that hates him, and all of us) leave to go home. 5 minutes later, my phone rings…….here’s the dialogue:
Me: Hello?
My Wife: Ummmm, yeah, Steve is passed out on the lawn at the Marriott, he just puked on himself, and now he’s rolling in it.
Me (To Prio who is next to me): DUDE! Steve is passed out on the Marriott lawn puking on himself!
~~a 3 minute severe laughing/giggling/crying session occurs between Prio and I~~
My Wife: So you guys need to leave right away and come take care of him.
Me: Okay, we’ll be right there.
~~20 minutes goes by as Prio and I were waiting for our BLTs, now we’re finally eating them~~
~~Phone rings~~
Me: Hello?
My Wife: What the heck are you guys doing?!
Me: Eating…why?
My Wife: Steve is still passed out here!
Me: hahahahhaha awesome!
My Wife: Kim wants to say something to you…
Kim: Darren! Get over here right now and take care of your friend!!
Me: Hang on a sec…
~~hand the phone to prio~~
Prio: Hello?
Kim: Prio, what kind of friends are you guys?! GET OVER HERE NOW!
Prio: Kim, listen, you’re gonna have to call back later because we’re eating right now. Steve isn’t going anywhere, he’ll be fine, our food just got here…calm down.
Kim: $%@!$%^!$@%!@$#!@@?!!?!?!?!??!
Prio: Talk to you later! Bye!
Needless to say Kim wasn’t too happy. But about 10 mintues later, we actually left and went to help out. After another laugh session once we saw Steve…..we hauled his ass back to Prios destroyed apartment and put him in Marks bed (with Mark). Mark freaks. Classic night.
i dont know a out that rolling around in my own vomit bit, I didn’t have any on my clothes the next day; I was just missing a shoe. Seems to me everyone was just being dramatic, haha.