Tuesday February 10, 2009

Alarm goes off at 10:00 AM this morning. I contemplate not getting up until Chet comes in and demands that I get up and feed him. I cave (because he's so fucking relentless) and I finally get up. Of course, the second I stand up the hangover sets in. Tons strolls in my room and starts bitching up a storm. I hit up my stash of Advil and water (fuck the cats, I'm first) and then I go and feed the little bastards.

It's my day off today (my only one until next Tuesday), so I head into the kitchen to make a full pot of coffee (it's definitely going to take all twelve cups in that fucker to get me going this morning). I get my laptop and set up shop at the dining room table. I check my e-mail and shoot a call over to my Dad just to chat for a bit while I wait for the coffee to finish brewing. Once it's finished, I pour myself a mug and go outside for a smoke.

I get a call at about 10:45 from my friend Ilea that I used to work with. She tells me that her and my other former co-worker, Jim, are gonna head over in about twenty minutes to chill for a bit. I'm not doing a god damn thing today, so I agree that it sounds like a good idea. I rock another mug of coffee while I update the diary and listen to some Elliott Smith songs. Tool comes out with his laptop to join me (he's taking an online keyboarding class). We both work on our shit and bitch about work and other shit. A real bonding moment.

Ilea and Jim show up around 11:15 or so and we all sit around the table shooting the shit and sharing stories about work and gossiping about co-workers we don't care for (I'll leave the names out... just in case). I update them on the status of my movie and how we're looking at April 23rd as our first day of production/shooting (hopefully). She's a songwriter, so I drill her about the possibility of using some of her songs for the soundtrack. She's hesitant (self-conscious) so it's going to take a little more convincing. But I tell her it's not something we really need to worry about until post-production (but still let her know it would be ideal to have her answer during pre-production).

Ilea and Jim cruise out around 1:00 and I bomb into my room to watch some flicks with the remainder of my afternoon. I watch Slacker, which I had just gotten through my Netflix. The movie is fucking brilliant and definitely acted as good inspiration for the feel of my film. After the movie ends, I scrape whatever money I have laying around and get a burrito from that authentic Mexican restaurant up the street.

I get back home and inhale the fucker while I amuse myself with reruns of That 70's Show. After my feast, I decide to rock some more Lego Batman until I find out where the night's taking me.

Tool gets home from a meeting around 6:00 and tells me that we're all going out to the Jimmy's Bar and Grill for Hart's birthday. I assure him that I'm in as I continue to tear through the game for a few more hours.

Hart, V, Shimon, and Litwicki all show up around 8:30. They kick off the festivities with a celebratory smoke (I do not indulge in this one). We cruise out to Jimmy's around 9:30. Kevin, (Tool's buddy and business partner for the Tropical Smoothie Cafe they are franchising) is bar tending, so he gets us all a complimentary drink to start the night off. I rock a Jack and Coke to start things smoothly.

We get a table and order food. I get an order of the chicken tenders, which sparks an instant trend as everyone else follows suite and orders the same damn thing (everyone wants to be like J.B.). We chill on our pre-game drinks before the real fun starts: shots! We get Hart a shot of Jägermeister and I order myself up a Heineken to keep at a steady pace. Hart, V, Tool, and myself rock a smoke outside and are greeted with Irish Car Bombs when we get back inside. We down those bastards and I start to feel pretty damn good.

We chill on our drinks for a bit until Kevin brings out this triumphant looking bastard of a shot for Hart. There was so much booze in it that he had to serve it in a fuckin' martini glass (with like 8 straws for faster consumption). We watch him take this shit down and his face makes even me cringe. I order myself up another Heikeken and Shimon orders everyone another shot. Kevin comes back with my beer and a table's worth of Red Headed Slut shots. We all down the shots (Hart's hurting at this point) and now I'm really starting to feel goooooooood.

A few beers (and a few shots for Hart) later and everyone is pretty good and sauced. Hart cruises in the bathroom to puke (we all saw it coming) and we get our tab. We managed to rack up a $200 tab, which would normally make me sick to look at, but I was pretty plastered, so I just threw in my share and never looked back. I bomb outside for another smoke as the money is collected and we wait for Hart to finish vomiting.

During the waiting period, two cops just happen to walk into the bar. At this point, it's going on 12:30 AM and we're the only ones still in the bar. Tool is driving and starts freaking out that they're gonna roll him the second we leave the parking lot. We decide to chill for awhile until they leave. Hart comes back from his party in the toilet. We inform him that we're hanging tight for just a little longer until the cops leave. He hears this and heads back into the bathroom. No one says anything, but we all feel a sense of accomplishment for getting Mr. Hart so fucked up (he's not a big fan of drinking).

The cops finally leave the bar, but they end up walking to the bar across the street and hang out there talking with the bouncer. Tool decides to bite the fucking bullet and just leave very discretely (Jimmy's was closing in like ten minutes anyway, so we had to get the fuck out of there regardless). We fetch Hart from the bathroom and Kevin gives us some garbage bags for him to use for the ride home, just in case.

We casually walk to Tool's car, trying to look sober (Tool was fine, but the rest of us were in pretty rare form). We cruise out of the parking lot and the cops don't even pay any attention. We're home free. On the way home, Hart takes full advantage of the garbage bag. It was quite the spectacle.

We get back to the house and Hart instantly crashes on the couch. The rest of us sit around the table and cap off the night with some shots of whiskey. Tool, Litwicki and Shimon have another smoke and I crack open the final beer of the night (any more and I would be right next to Hart). We chill up for a bit longer and shoot the shit. Shimon cruises home around 2:00 AM and Litwicki crashes on the other couch. Tool heads to bed as well.

I cruise in my room (or try to) and lay in bed watching whatever was on T.V. at the time. I then try to close my eyes and go to sleep, but end up getting the mad spins. I haul ass into my bathroom and get ready for the puke fest of my life. Nothing happens. I splash some cold water on my face and chill by the toilet for a good half hour. I don't end up puking, so I cruise back to bed. I collapse on my bed and fall asleep while watching X-Men (the movie).