BLarg, I’m hungover this morning. Its 8:32 in the am and I’m sitting at my desk with a Jamba Juice trying to not dry heave. Mi estomago hurts, and there doesn’t seem to be much to do about it. Got home at about 1:30 last night, and had to wake up at 6:30 so Erin and me could carpool to work. Erin’s bridesmaid/childhood friend came for the weekend/bachelorette party and so we gave her Erin’s car for the day. Now, about last night…
Me, Erin, and Cathy (the aforementioned bridesmaid) met Madd Scientist, Scott, Judd, and Rachel (Madd’s lady) at Kendric’s soon-to-be ex-apartment for a pre-party before heading down to Los Gatos for some good old fashioned 12:30am-bar-time-excitement. One problem: Kendric’s entire house was in a box because he’s moving out this morning (Friday). The first problem begets a second problem: there wasn’t any liquor at this preparty. Aside: it was 95-100 degrees here yesterday, and it was a dry, horrible heat. Back to the story; we walk in and Judd and Madd have there pants arond their ankles and are sitting there drinking hard alcohol in there underwear. I made the introductions. Soon after I found out that there was no liquor. So we left for Los Gatos.
Let me tell you something about Los Gatos: it’s been described to me as the city that the Dot-Com Bust forgot. Everyone there is still blingin like there’s no tomorrow. You see Benzos, Hummers like whoa, etc. Also, the cast of characters is almost entirely caucasian, which is pretty fucking rare for the Bay Area. I was so used to being in a multicultural environment that it was kind of a shock to see a bunch of white girls.
There was a girl talking to Scott who was shaking her ass to the music. Madd walked up, tapped her on the shoulder, and said, “That’s real good. Now try it in time with the music.” Scott says (with hand motion), “ZING!”
The weird (and shitty) thing about the bar was that the bartenders were really bad and slow; the end result being that everyone who went to the bar would end up ordering about 50 drinks so they wouldn’t have to come back so soon. That led to one person’s order taking upwards of 5-7 minutes while the there is a crowd 3 deep all along the bar waiting for bartender access. Add to that the fact that most of the attendants were women who were ordering drinks that take a half hour to make, and you get a miserable drink-acquiring experience. In one trip I got 3 red bull & vodkas, 2 vodka and tonics, and 2 shots of “the railest vodka you got” for Scott and Madd. Scott did his like a trooper, but Madd spit his out OY-RAHEEB style. What, Scientist, is Tvarsky brand vodka shots not good enough for your refined Everclear tastes?
There was a fucking awesome space where the DJ played (back-to-back-to-back-to-etc.) Poison (Bel Biv Devoe), Ice Ice Baby, Bust-A-Move, and Baby Got Back. Then he flipped it into some Magic Stick and some Nuthin But A G Thang action. One thing I can say about Mountain Charlies Thursdays: good fucking music.
I got a little sick of Scott giving me wet willies and petting Erin’s head, so we busted out of there before bar time went home. I passed out upon arrival.