Stories from the holiday weekend.
I’m not sure the last time I had aso much fun on consecutive days. Friday night, Saturday night and of course Monday night (New Years Eve). It’s all about who you’re with, and in my case it was with a small group of great friends from high school.
We had cocktails and caught up and that set the tone for the next few days. Saturday night we were a group of about 8, 4 of us friends from high school, and the others people they invited to join. We started out at my friend’s place and the conversation was good-to-great and I was having a good time. As usual, the group was dressed fairly nicely except for me in ripped jeans and black t-shirt. Sometimes when you’re the standout it makes it hard to merge consciousnesses. Sometimes it’s the opposite and it provides relief for others who don’t feel natural in prissy little booties and other fragile threads.
At around midnight the group decided to go to a club and I resisted. Why end a great thing? But I was the sole decenter and was dragged along. We ended up here at about 12:20. There was a long line for the night club on the roof, but we walked right in. My friend talked to a couple people and a hostess came down and led us to a private elevator that took us up. The elevator opened into a giant dance club completely packed with people, all dressed up and drunk. Lots of slutty looking women and douchey looking men who all looked nearly identical. Surprise Level: 0/10. Interestingness Level: 0/10. Desire to Leave Level: 8/10.
The woman led us to a table right in the the middle of everything and before I knew it there were two giant bottles of Grey Goose, two huge ice buckets and a stack of glasses.
The ice buckets were filled with Red Bulls. People danced around our table, starving looking babes and bouncing tits, gawking whorishly. It took about 4 vodkas for me to start to give in. Ater 6 I was plastered and dancing. At 8 I was flirting non-verbally with every chick who came near. There were way more women than men in there, which was nice. Our table had all the bimbos coming like an ant trap, and with 8 vodkas in you, the Interestingness Level starts moving up. Being the only metal guy in the dance club can work in your favor.
The music was absolutely horrible, though everyone I was with thought it was absolutely incredible. Stupid, stupid phat beetz that sounds like it all came out of a song maker program on an iMac. Utter, total hatred.
“Hey, I just met you,
And this is crazy,
But here’s my number,
So call me, maybe?”
No.
Go fuck yourself.
We left for a late night restaurant called Cafeteria, which at 6am was filled with clubbers, but I was too wasted to care. There was a table full of hot black women that I sat down with, next to the table all my friends were at, pretending to have made a mistake. I told them all about how it’s nice to be able to just sit down at 6am after a night out and have a conversation with beautiful women before heading home. Believe it or not, we actually spoke for a while and after about 15 minutes I politely excused myself and asked them to enjoy the rest of their evening, and somehow made it to the table my friends were at. I remember a massive grilled cheese sandwich. Honestly, that’s the last part of the night I remember. I woke up at my friend’s place with the worst hangover over of my life at about 1p.
One more super highlight and then time to train.
New Years Eve I was at my friend’s again who was having a cocktail party, really low key, very good company and I had a great time. He hired a couple bartenders for the night and one of them looked a little familiar. We got to talking.
“Hey, my friend said you play guitar.”
“Yes I do.”
“Cool, what music are you into?”
“Metal.”
“Wow, that’s basically all I listen to.”
“Me too, what kind do you like?”
“Death, black metal, doom– most, I’d say.”
“Cool, I’m actually in a band. Maybe you’ve heard of us, ‘Melevolent Creation’.
“…”
And that’s how I became friends with the lead guitarist of this legendary death metal band. He’s in the top right of this picture:
And here he is with me in the kitchen at my friend’s place:
From that point on I spent most of my time back there talking to him. We got along extremely well. The next day he texted: “Hey, it’s me from last night. Let’s hang out this weekend.”
Fuck yeah.
OK enough updating, time to get on with things. Hope everyone had a great break, and for those of you still on it, hope you’re enjoying it to the fullest.
