to begin, happy new year. 2007 is gone like my sexual appeal and 2008 is in like ....well, whatever is in right now.
so, the title of today's entry...
that's how i feel. yes i know that you are not supposed to drink copious amounts of alcohol, but you're also not supposed to pick a scab.....however, we do both because they are oh so fun.
quick run through of the night.
6 pm: walk with jake to take the 24 bus to somewhere, switch buses and end up in the marina.
6:30 pm: arrive at the beautiful apartment of K.P and her roommates to begin the festivities.
here's where it gets a) hazy b) random and c) memorable (also, i lost track of time, so we'll just stop listing those now)
people arrive, friends and strangers are greeted alike and everyone has a blast. the jungle juice is not really juice as it's more just a shit ton of alcohol poured into a giant bin with a serving apparatus attached to the side with string. the fridge is packed with beers, and there are enough teqitos to feed all the little starving children all over the word.*
*there were bagel bites but myself, patrick, and jake did our duty as americans to more or less eat somewhere around 50 bagel bites before the guests began arriving.
so we eat, we drink, we are merry. around 10:30 pm, a giant limo (this shit was big) shows up. roughly 25 of us pile in and we take off for Temple on 2nd and Howard to catch some great dj's...namely MoPo who we hired to spin at the Barnyard Booooogie back in november...which, on a side note, seems like so long ago.
so we are in the limo, laughing, drinking, having a blast and we get to the downtown portion of sf. suddenly, the limo crashes into something....and that something is an suv. the limo's airbags deploy and drinks spill everywhere. we are all kinda in shock and confused about what happened. being the steadfast and adorable leader that amanda is, we follow her instructions (actually, it might not have been her, but lets just glorify her anyways) to exit the limo...
out pour 20 something people on to Howard Street...the damage to the limo is legit...the radiator was leaking, the front end was all smashed in, and for the suv, we somehow managed to rip the spare tire off the back, as well as bang the shit out of this womans car. being as there was a strong belief that the limo driver may have been doing some celebrating himself, he didn't exit his car once, but instead, waited for us to exit, then drove off...with the pissed suv woman following behind...whether or not they settled things will remain a mystery to this tall, lanky fellow.
so we enter Temple after the long walk down Howard and this place is rocking. we stayed there for a while, danced, rang in the new year, danced, and.....i made out with some girl named megan....she was a great dancer and we were dancing up on the stage behind the dj's. it was awesome.
so, 2 am rolls around and MoPo goes on. he tears that shit apart. he has the potential to be one of the greatest dj's out there. i strongly encourage everyone who reads this blog....all three of you, four including my mom, to check him out.
http://www.musicv2.com/artist/motion_potion
so, 4 am (ish) arrives and we greet it with open arms. at this point, it's jake and i, and maybe 2 others at Temple still...at least in our group.
jake and i decide to fend for ourselves and find a cab...it takes us 35 minutes of walking up market street to finally get one.
we get to jake's and he realizes that he doesn't have his keys, so we break in by climbing through his window. finally around 4:30 am, i climb into his roommates bed and pass out, or try to...all i can hear is thumping bass echoing in my head...its still there right now.
the sun wakes me up at 7 am when i realize that jake's roommate's room has no curtains in it to protect my weakened body from the light.
i'm up...and with me, once i'm up, i'm up for good.
so, i dress myself, which was a struggle, grab my keys, make the bed and hit the road. i swing by walgreens (bless them for being open) and buy 4 strawberry c-monster odwalla drinks. this has become my new favorite...good by cool ranch doritos...hello odwalla.
i get home, still kinda shaky (i still am) and open my computer and start typing...
end scene.
so, as many of you already know, heath ledger died yesterday. i'm saddened, yes. he was young, attractive, and had a promising future. this was cut short.
