I know this is just another one of those "I got drunk last weekend" posts, but it's in the form of a compliment. I had to go to this bachelor party for someone I've known for a long time, back in the days where it wasn't entirely stupid for me to be in a goth club with long hair and leather pants. Also invited were several people I used to hang out with in those days, who I haven't seen in probably a decade or more.
I wasn't sure what I was getting into, because there were reasons I hadn't seen them in that long, mainly I went in the Fabulous direction, and they... pretty much stayed in the same place. Only they're older. And not really wearing goth clothes anymore. Let's just say we don't have much in common.
Anyway, so I sat fairly quietly for about 20 minutes, to see where things were headed. And they started drinking. And holy shit. These guys were the most neurotic, self-centered, unconfident shells of men I've been around since I can remember. They were terrible people, in bad relationships, or they ruined good ones, with brittle shells around empty personalities, and they spent the evening trying to be witty by insulting each other.
I'll say that again: They were trying to spill T and dish desserts. And I was at the table with them. Let's just say the library was open, and I read those bitches like I was in a library. I took them bitches to college; I gave them bitches some knowledge. Imma read, Imma read, Imma read. And they loved me for it.
Anyway, it made me really glad I had places like this to go, where the people are mostly self-possessed, with a passing understanding of who they are, and how they live. I'm not sure I could take an existence with the likes of those drunken assholes who have nothing better than be rude/hit on to waitresses. Fuck those guys.
Anyway, that was Friday.
That's what you get for not going to the GAY BAR. Drinking with "normal" primates gets you exactly what you should expect...Drunken monkeys, behaving like, well, drunken monkeys.
Let this be a lesson to you, LMNO. Friday isn't for The Old Gang, it's for...say it with me...
THE GAY BAR!
Oh, I didn't even mention the other part... We all ended up at a place that was hosting a third-wave Ska show.
:omg:
I bought a round of tequila shots, waited until their eyes crossed, and then split.
Guess where I ended up? Hint: There were disco balls, and this was playing:
http://www.wat.tv/video/patrick-hernandez-born-to-mt6k_2fgj7_.html
Quote from: LMNO, PhD (life continues) on December 31, 2012, 08:56:18 PM
Oh, I didn't even mention the other part... We all ended up at a place that was hosting a third-wave Ska show.
:omg:
I bought a round of tequila shots, waited until their eyes crossed, and then split.
Guess where I ended up? Hint: There were disco balls, and this was playing:
http://www.wat.tv/video/patrick-hernandez-born-to-mt6k_2fgj7_.html
Nicely played. If you hadn't thought so quickly, you might have wound up at the ska bar at closing time, drunkenly slurring lyrics to early No Doubt shit.
Horrible, horrible.
Quote from: LMNO, PhD (life continues) on December 31, 2012, 08:56:18 PM
Oh, I didn't even mention the other part... We all ended up at a place that was hosting a third-wave Ska show.
:omg:
I bought a round of tequila shots, waited until their eyes crossed, and then split.
Guess where I ended up? Hint: There were disco balls, and this was playing:
http://www.wat.tv/video/patrick-hernandez-born-to-mt6k_2fgj7_.html
THE GAY BAR!?
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on December 31, 2012, 08:58:04 PM
Quote from: LMNO, PhD (life continues) on December 31, 2012, 08:56:18 PM
Oh, I didn't even mention the other part... We all ended up at a place that was hosting a third-wave Ska show.
:omg:
I bought a round of tequila shots, waited until their eyes crossed, and then split.
Guess where I ended up? Hint: There were disco balls, and this was playing:
http://www.wat.tv/video/patrick-hernandez-born-to-mt6k_2fgj7_.html
Nicely played. If you hadn't thought so quickly, you might have wound up at the ska bar at closing time, drunkenly slurring lyrics to early No Doubt shit.
Horrible, horrible.
Oooh... that does sound horrible.
I did feel myself crossing that barrier to the Wrong Side, just for a moment. Luckily, the power of glitter confetti cured me.
Quote from: LMNO, PhD (life continues) on December 31, 2012, 09:00:12 PM
I did feel myself crossing that barrier to the Wrong Side, just for a moment. Luckily, the power of glitter confetti cured me.
Good. Because you don't often see people come back after a "moment" on the other side.
Quote from: LMNO, PhD (life continues) on December 31, 2012, 09:00:12 PM
I did feel myself crossing that barrier to the Wrong Side, just for a moment. Luckily, the power of glitter confetti cured me.
I suspect your old friends we all on the Wrong Side, and that the presence of so many Wrong Sided people in the same gathering opened up the portal for you. But noting the shells that they had become tipped you off to what was happening. You did the right thing LMNO, even down to the tequila shots. You took the initiative and used the consolatory tequila to throw some other sucker on to the Wrong Side instead of getting trapped there yourself. Sounds like whoever it was probably belonged there anyway.
This is exactly how my high school reunion played out. Re-connected with a few who were worthwhile, but left shaking my head.
I'm always finding people I used to hang with on facebook. This is almost always a mistake. The last one I reconnected with somehow managed to fry a bunch of brain cells and she's on there yammering about "ascended masters" and how she wants to go to Mt.Shasta before she dies.