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Post by stubbsPlee on Dec 3, 2003 20:55:55 GMT -5
well just don't be all like
ok dude were down..............
i need to know a week or 2 in advance
so i can scedual off
new years at my house
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Post by Nick Hebert on Dec 3, 2003 21:01:23 GMT -5
yeah, they were supposed to leave long before they did...
but Jason decides to take a little trip of his own and that kinda derailed any plans they had...
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Post by stubbsPlee on Dec 3, 2003 21:11:18 GMT -5
what you mean
ya'll stayed up that night?
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Post by the magician on Dec 4, 2003 11:52:05 GMT -5
i CAN'T WAIT till we can have everybody together. should be fun and illegal.
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Kuroneko
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VIVA LAS CHICAS!!!!
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Post by Kuroneko on Dec 4, 2003 20:24:44 GMT -5
I was given an idea for our upscale Christmas party. We can go on a Riverboat!!! I talked to a teacher buddy. It's not too expensive and no one has to worry about cooking or cleaning. We could look into. What do you think??
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Post by Jason/Peppito on Dec 5, 2003 1:41:45 GMT -5
ooooooooook....
I'm gonna have to use Joe's cliffnotes-type format for my adventure too, cause piecing this story together is damn near impossible. I vaguely remember bits and pieces. I will do my best to jot down random noise as I barely remember it.
My haze begins at Genevieve's apartment. A bottle of vodka is present along with orange juice. As soon as I was about to begin eroding my liver with a screwdriver (the drink, not the sex toy), Genevieve blurts out two of my all time favorite words: "Kool" & "Aid". My face instantly brightens up with a smile! I then went into an immediate shock when I learned that she had Blue Raspberry Kool-Aid. My favorite flavor! She made me a huge fuckin pitcher of it. Maybe a gallon. The vodka attacks the Kool-Aid and thats when the insanity begins. It didn't take but maybe 4 or 5 drinks for me to start feeling numb.
and now for the cliffnotes:
1 - Joe and I slow dancing in the living room, doing a little tango.
2 - I'm rocking out to Radiohead, basically putting on a rawk-n-roll stage performance that would have rivaled all of the great performers of the past, and present. This just made me way dizzier and more out of my mind.
3 - At some point later in the night, we're just sitting around the living room goofing off, and I'm sitting in a little wooden chair made for 2 year olds. The next thing I remember is a Coldplay cd playing and I'm crying a fuckin river for some unexplainable reason! I was weeping like a damn baby, and there's only one explanation that I can ponder for my psuedo-depression. Earlier in the night, before the alcohol kicked in, Genevieve and I were joking around doing the whole "What? Ya gonna cry? Ya gonna shed a tear?" routine. Thats really the only fuckin thought that could have made me cry! But there ya go folks. Coldplay and alcohol makes Drunken Jason weep.
4 - I somewhat remember us leaving to go get more alcohol. I apparently said something that was funny enough to make Joe and Gen fall to the ground. I barely have any sort of recollection of this. What I kinda remember from that car ride was talking to random people at a convienant store. I remember walking up to a strange looking man, and shaking his hand. I was telling him that "I respected him for what he's doing." and how "He's just playing his part in the world and the circle of life." He was a smelly, little Puerto Rican cab driver. Why was I telling him this? Fuck if I know!!
5 - Somehow, I stumble out of her car, and realize that I was at a Wal-Mart. So I walk on in, looking for the liqour section. I think I remember asking a lot of different random people where vodka was at. For the most part, they probably all told me the same exact thing, but that just didn't register in my foggy head. Finally, these 2 grizzled dudes sitting on a bench (I'm guessing in the bathroom/lay-a-way dept.) told me something that lit a light bulb in my head. They simply told me: "This isn't a Super Wal-Mart!" I began to realize my new direction in life. My new path was to lead out of the store and back to the car. I had no fuckin clue as to where the car was parked. Hell, I had no clue to anything at all that night! I think they honked the horn, and I stumbled back into the car. For some reason, it was decided that we were just gonna head back to the apartment.
6 - I randomly let Genevieve know that she was "My mutha fuckin friend!" on many different occasions that night.
7 - Sometime later on...I guess...I was standing outside of Gen's apartment freezing my drunken ass off, but loving every second of it. I pinky swear to Joe that I'd go back inside. I had no clue as to what the rest of my night/morning was gonna be like.
8 - I end up walking. That's it! Just walking! I ended up finding this little bar somewhere along some random road that was around Gen's apartment...I think.
9 - This bar was just about empty except for this sleazy looking old guy that came meet this rancid looking lady, buying her drinks. And 3 other people that were sitting at the other end of the bar laughing and having a good time. The soundtrack to this bar was utterly gruesome! Merle Haggard and Dwight Yoakam tunes owned the jukebox. UGH!!! I drank a few beers, mumbled a conversation with the bartender, Tracy. This was one of those "where everybody knows your name" type bars. I remember the beer being really cheap for drinking imports, but then again, maybe it wasn't.
10 - I shake hands with my new found friend, Tracy The Bartender, we part ways, and I head out into the unkown.
11 - I started walking again. Walked alot it seemed. I stumbled into a convienant store, and got the cashier to call a cab for me Why? Well...at some moment while I was in the little store, I simply decided that I was going to Bourbon Street. The time I spent waiting for the cab is very much a blur. I dunno how long I was waiting for it, and I don't remember actually getting in the cab.
12 - I do remember having a very un-intelligent conversation with the cab driver. I remember him blurting out random noise about his 14 year old daughter and how she was growing up and seeing boys and crap. I went ahead and gave my tips and advice on parenting and how to put up with a growing girl. What do I know about any of that shit? Nothing at all!! BUT...Drunk Jason knows quite a lot! I somewhat remember explaining to him that "putting up with a growing girl's personality is like weathering a category 5 hurricane! One minute, she can be as calm as the eye of a hurricane. Then the next minute without any warning, she's out of control, and you can't do anything about it but put up with it, and then you gotta deal with every shitty consequence once it stops! It's a bitch bro! I know!" EXACT fucking words thank you very much!!!
13 - After some more nonsense with the cab driver, we arrive at the corner of Bourbon. I think I must have asked him quite a few times if we were really there. Then the trek around the French Quarter began.
***Let me remind you that the rest is in no particular order, the descriptions are short, and the details and visuals are very blurry!***
14 - Bourbon Street is empty! It really was! I was quite upset and really confused by this. I never knew that Bourbon cleared up...ever! I didn't let this spoil my night though. So I trekked along.
15 - I walked past a bar. This bar looked REALLY dirty and shitty! The epitome of 'hole-in-the-wall' bars! In fact, this bar may not even have been on Bourbon Street. I could have very well wandered off elsewhere and just thought I was on Bourbon. Anyways, the next thing I remember is sitting at this bar. I think I may have had my head down and slouching alot while I was in this bar. Who knows!? I don't!
16 - I remember taking a swig of something. I remember drinking alot!! I remember burping a good bit. I don't remember when or why I ended up leaving that little Graceland O' Dysentery. This is where everything went sour.
17 - At some point later on, I realized that I didn't have my ATM card. I must have had dropped it, someone stole it, or left it in an ATM machine or something! It's all a damn mystery to me at this point.
18 - I also realized that I didn't have enough money to get a cab back to Gen's or Nicks. I sit down on the sidewalk. I started to lie down, but got myself up before I passed out and ended up stabbed to death by a midget or something.
19 - I found a hotel somewhere, and called my mom to tell her that she needed to call the bank and cancel my debit card as soon as she could. That phone call used up the last couple bucks I had! Fuckin expensive ass payphones!
20 - I now realize that I'm stuck in the French Quarter, completely fuckin wasted, not knowing where the hell I am, and not having any money.
21 - What do I do? I walk around, checking out the sights of Nawlins.
22 - I notice how there could be a really cool, historic, Kodak moment type building or area, and then not even 2 feet away...a crackhouse! What the fuck!?
23 - I discover Louis Armstrong Park. There's a huge statue of him in the center of the park! Beautiful little park! I go pay homage to the godfather and sit down by a cute little garden for awhile. I may have easily passed out on a bench. ??
24 - I somehow found Canal Street. I stumbled to the State Palace Theatre, hoping that a rave was taking place, but realized it was a weekday. I became momentarily depressed, took a deep breath, sighed, and walked off.
25 - Walked all the way to The Riverwalk for no apparent reason.
26 - Walked along random streets. Many of which are considered, 'ga-het-toes'. In these ghettos, thugs are thuggin, dealers are dealing, the homeless are reeking, but in all this I notice random yuppie-ish old people having their morning jogs. What the fuck!?
27 - I find myself walking in the median down some highway. Cars are honking at me, I'm running into trees and bushes. I end up asking random people where the nearest police station is. I'm sure I was given decent directions, but because of my state of mind, I would not have been able to find Niagara fuckin Falls if it would have been right in front of me.
28 - Some dude standing in front of a church started arguing with me. Basically, he just wanted money, and his rant went a little like this: "What about me? What about me and my people? Think about the others instead of yourself!" I told him to fuck off or something along those lines, and kept stumbling away.
29 - ........I finally run into a police station. Tell my story, they call Nick at work. I fall asleep in the police station. Sometime later on, I wake up, look up, and see Nick in a tie. I...fucking...smile! All is well!
I think I'm still drunk.....
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Post by the magician on Dec 5, 2003 12:52:43 GMT -5
i smell a novel can come from this story.
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Post by Jason/Peppito on Dec 5, 2003 13:51:57 GMT -5
I really wish I would have had a video camera with me to capture all this.
I already wanna make this into some sort of a Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas/documentary type film. Future project maybe.
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Post by endlessjoe on Dec 5, 2003 22:39:27 GMT -5
I just WISH I could remember half the retarded crap you were rambling about. I would sell my soul to the Dark Lord Satan himself for 5 minutes of your drunken rambling snippets. I just remember that with every sentence you said, I felt dumber....but, in a good way.
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