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A night to KILL four: people

June 17, 2007 on 12:39 am | In Blog, Life |

I am usually not to be the one found in night clubs at all. Night club’ers and I seem to have many differences. I now at times compare an American party to a Japanese party. I would fall into the ranks of enjoying a Japanese party more since there is food and drinks, and mainly hanging out.

For one, everyone in a club is usually looking to hook up with someone. I understand that you don’t have the ability to meet people in college because A) Your busy with many classes B) Your blind and can only see dead people C) Not in college! When you mix stupid people with alcohol, you get really stupid people. It annoys me because I am usually the person looking at the stupid person with eyes that could make a god bow. I never remember how much I hate it until I’m there but alas I had a close friend’s birthday party to attend and I didn’t think it would go this bad.

Let’s start the night off right. I have a dinner scheduled for 7:30PM and I am fashionably early so I wait for my other group members to arrive and we start dinner around 8PM. The dinner is great and we plan to check out a local Jamaican hang out across the street. Though none of us are Jamaican, one of the group members knows of the places around town and we visit a couple. The first one is occupied by older Jamaican people, around 30-40 I would say. No one my age so we visit another place. This place is an all out young people sausage fest and the bouncers ask us if we know what kind of club this is and we respond, “No!” He explains that it is college night and I would be the only person that would fit in. The group agrees and we stroll on to another place which seems pretty decent. It’s like a sit down restaurant with an in-door seating as well as out-door seating under a tent. The waitresses were extremely cute and I quickly fell for them. I’m a sucker when alcohol is in my system. So we all grab a seat and talk about some interesting topics; mainly news. I chose just to get punch because I knew I had to drive to the party and I am not fond of drinking and driving. At this time, it is 12AM and my friends birthday party started at 12AM. The group knows I have other arrangements but I stick it out due to the conversation being very interesting. We end up departing around 12:25 and I have no idea where I am thanks to the GPS directing me. So I jump in the automobile and speed racer my way to the party.

One thing that went great that night was the parking at the party. The first spot on the second floor was open so I didn’t have to go through a mission to find parking. I walk to the area outside of the club and my friend is waiting for me. He passes me a VIP pass and we walk to the front. TAKE NOTE: Maybe even a Death Note with these womens name on it. We were in like at 12:55AM. The bouncer insists that we let the women go first. To get in the bouncer checks I.D. and then you go to the lady to purchase your stamp that lets you into the club and then a guy takes that stamp and gives you a wrist band. All the women go by, he checks out I.D. and lets us through. We go to the women and show her our VIP passes and takes a good look at them and points out at they expire at 1AM. I check my phone and it is now 1:03AM. Are you serious? So I end up paying my way in and since it is my friends birthday, she lets him in. We go over to the VIP area and begin to drink: I chose to go light since I knew I would be there for a couple of hours before driving. One thing I have learned is that if you drink one beer, it usually takes an hour to get it out your system but I was dancing so I knew it would dissolve much sooner. The one thing I don’t like about VIP is that many women try to get into VIP with you even though you don’t know them. They may sit on the couch that you rented out and it’s like, “Excuse me. Do I know you? I don’t think you came with us, I mean, I think I would of saw you in one of the seats in MY car as we drove to the party.” But everyone in the club is an air-head. I wanted to tiger uppercut any one that wasn’t supposed to be in our area. So time goes on and another group of my pal’s friends arrive and hang out for about 30mins. After that they choose to go to another club.

He invites me to the other place and I agree to go. We drive to the other place and I park, praying no one scratches my car. I get out and this dumb ass in a bust Honda Civic almost hits my car when backing in. CAN YOU NOT SEE MY CAR? I get out and say, “HEY, YOUR ABOUT TO HIT MY CAR!” He waves and I shout to him, “STOP! I’LL HELP YOU BACK IN.” He stops and pulls up, I then direct him into the spot. This was my first close call of the night. I am not willing to sacrifice the paint job on my car for some dumb ass that probably doesn’t even have insurance. We walk into the place and it’s a piece of junk. When we enter it’s completely dead inside but as time goes by, it fills up quicly. At this time, it’s about 4:30AM and people are just arriving. I think in my mind what kind of people come out at 4:30AM? As more people arrive, I smell more marijuana smoke. I can’t take it and stand as far from the bathrooms as I can. We are there until about 5:30AM and depart. We walk to my car only to find it blocked in. A stupid driver parked right in the street of the little lot. He was some young, stupid Jamaican kid that thought he was god because he drove a Jaguar that probably wasn’t even his. He comes out cussing in Patwa and moves his car. I wanted to punch him due to his ignorance but what more can you expect? Your in a shitty area with shitty people. When people shit on you enough, your going to start acting pretty shitty. Behind my car is a Jeep parked about 5 inches away. I try to back out but fail so my friend directs me out. The lady of the Jeep comes out and ensures that I don’t hit her car. I would think she would pull her car up some so I could have more space but her brain cells don’t allow her to think that well. So after minutes of trying to find a way out I finally navigate my way through the shitty car lot and leave the area. I will never drive through that area again.

We then begin driving home and stop by McDonalds. The idiot at the register messes up our orders and doesn’t see his error. We explain to him the order for the third time and he finally understands us. We then drift our way to my friends house and eat before heading to my house. I say farewell to my friend and drive back home with the young lady. We have a discussion about relationships on the way home. I drop her off and pull into my drive way. As I walk in, my father is in the kitchen preparing his meal for lunch. He doesn’t say anything to me as I place everything I was carrying onto the Florida room table. I then quickly place my current wardrobe into the laundry basket due to the horrible smell that possessed it. I then plop onto my bed and regret what happened tonight. It was what some people would consider fun but in my case, I would consider it stress. I will never do it again.