The Past Few Weeks

I kind of don't feel like writing, but i've been meaning to write this post for the last two weeks. Because I'm being lazy, I wrote a synopsis (kind of).


SYNOPSIS:

The Tombs

There is a bar in Georgetown called the Tombs. The Tombs is a big Georgetown hangout spot. It is also where I got my ass kicked a few weeks ago.

The night started off with some pregaming at the new house with housemate Carrie, her friend Lauren, Dave, and Evan. We all had a little too much to drink. I remember drinking a full glass of vodka before leaving.

When we first arrived in Gtown, we stopped by Old Glory. None of us remember except Dave. After flirting with some girls, we decide to go to the tombs. Don't remember the walk there either.

At the Tombs, Carrie and Lauren (the lush) start flirting with some older men. Me and the guys go to the bar and down some shots. After those few shots, things start going downhill for me. I start acting reckless and steal some shots from the guy standing next to us. Remarkably, he doesn't notice. I was laughing my ass off.

I start flirting with a girl who kind of reminds me of a professor I had. Long dark hair, perky breasts, and nice lips. Well, that's what I thought. According to Dave, she was blonde and she was engaged.

Blonde: You better tell your friend to lay off, my fiance will be back soon
Dave: Yeah (grabbing me), I'll take him. I sincerely apologize. My friend is kinda crazy
Me: You have a fiance! Fuck that. I'll kick his ass
Dave: We're going

Dave ended up talking to the Blonde and her fiance while I began flirting with other girls at the bar. He ended up having a good ole time with them.

Carrie's friend Lauren had on an incredibly tight dress on. Her ass was a beautiful sight to see. It was also getting manhandled by some deusche bag. I decided to step up and protect Lauren's ass. Lauren's foot ended up getting stepped on by me and I ended up getting in a brawl with the deusche. Sooner or later, it escalated and a bouncer arrived to promptly throw me the fuck out.

There were only three moments I remember that night:

1. Roaming the kitchen of the Tombs
2. Hopping brick walls
3. Getting choke slammed by a bouncer.

I have no idea if the kitchen and wall hopping occurred before or after the brutal beating the bouncer gave me. Regardless, if I wasn't a drunk asshole, the bouncer could've been involved in some legal tussle.

I remember grabbing for air. 15 seconds of breathlessness. My left bicep was filled with broken vessels. It was like a purple covered sleeve.

Dave discovered what happened and pulled me away before I could charge back stupidly. He set me on the the Exorcist stairs and told me to stay. I told him I wanted to get a gun and shoot the bouncer. That I didn't care about jail. He ran back and got everybody. He had to pull Carrie off of another man she was making out with.

On the cab ride back, evan threw up all over the outside and inside of the cab.

Next Few Days

The next day, we took a much needed rest. Mike got a kiddie pool from home. We filled that up and lounged in a kiddie pool for the rest of the day while drinking some coronas. It was called the pool of truth. We proceeded to ask each other very personal questions, almost all related to sex.

We had two parties this summer already. Both were successes. As word of mouth goes,the second one was two times as big.

I've always wanted to throw parties. I never wanted to throw any back home in Ridgewood. My mom had way too many valuables. However, the house we have now is the perfect party house. Big inside, huge backyard. We could fit 200 people in the backyard and still have room. No neighbors to the left or back. On the right, grad students who love to party. As long as everyone is in the back, it is golden.

Well, throwing parties is not fun. I'd rather be the asshole who comes, drinks all the alcohol, and takes home a random. Me and Dave were talking about it the other day. We weren't even thinking of hooking up with any girls. How weird is that? There were girls everywhere and its so convenient to bring any one of them up to our rooms. No. We were worried about how much Everclear was in the punch, if there was enough beer, if the playlist was running smoothly, and most importantly, if everyone was having a good time.

The best thing to do I think is to go with the flow. AND to assign half the housemates to be the responsible ones and the other half to enjoy thereselves to the fullest. I know next party, next friday, I am not going to be the responsible one.

Being Human

I just read this quote. It specifically related to a person's thoughts on the transparent inadequacy Hollywood deals with often. However, Ryan's response digs deeper. It's pretty simple actually.

"At the root of what you're describing isn't a movie making problem, it is a human problem.

Why do people become lawyers who troll for settlements for disability violations? Or construction foremen who build things that fall apart? Or customer service reps that are rude? Or create derivative stores and restaurants?

The ratio of people who muddle along to those who do an extraordinary job with enthusiasm and pride and foresight anywhere is a very lopsided number. I'm not sure Hollywood's percentage is really an outlier. It just feels like it is." - Ryan Holiday