Saturday January 30, 2010

Alarm goes off at 8:00 AM. I'm more than half asleep when it goes off, so I reset it for 9:00, obviously failing to remember that I start work at 9:30 this morning, so I actually have to leave by 9:00, not wake up. Sure enough, the alarm goes off at 9:00 and I realize that I fucked up. I hop out of bed and cruise straight to the bathroom for what could possibly be the quickest shower of my life. How I managed to walk out with all of the soap not still on my hair and body is fuckin' beyond me. I don't even have time to put my contacts in, so I straight rock the glasses today. I throw on some clothes and it's out the door.

I get to work about ten minutes late, but find out it's actually cool because I was coming in for Nicole, who was supposed to leave at 9:30, but Ryan's dumb ass somehow convinced her to cover the rest of his shift, which is until noon, so he could finish up some computer work in the back. So, realistically, I could have showed up later if I wanted to. I throw on my apron and bomb out to the front to start my day. And what a shitty fucking start it is.

For the first two hours I'm there, we are absolutely slammed. I don't know what it is about the general public on weekends, but Saturday and Sunday are always filled with the most backward-ass retarded people I have ever witnessed. I's almost like weekends are the days that mentally handicapped people are allowed to roam free with no chaperone. I can't get over how fucking ignorant people are on weekends, it's fucked up. But, I press on and get through the first part of my shift, just shy of killing someone.

The rest of the day doesn't really get much better, as far as work goes. The amount of assholes dies down, but their presence is still very much alive. But, again, I press on and finish out the day. Jill comes in at five and I cruise home so I can at least catch an hour nap before I have to go to a party tonight. The party is for our friend Kate. She went to grade school and Jr. High with my brother and they were pretty close friends. Her younger brother, Dave, was in my class during the same years, so we were like best friends. It's more of a family friend type of relationship. Their house is actually right next door to my grandparents' old house from back in the day, so my parents are friends with their parents, and it just goes on and on.

I get home and Hart, Litwicki, and Tool are all there watching t.v. and whatnot. I bomb into my room to catch a quick nap, as I'm still tired as balls from this morning. I pass out for a few hours. Just around 7:00, Tool pops in and asks if I'm still planning on going to the party and if I wanted to ride with him and Hart. I tell him I'm still going, but I'll just drive myself, as I'm not exactly ready to go yet. They leave and I lay in bed for a good extra twenty minutes or so. I finally muster up enough energy to get my lazy ass out of bed and I start getting ready for the party.

I cruise out just around 8:00 or so. I swing by the liquor store and pick up a sixer of Red Stripe for myself, as I'm not sure what the booze supply is looking like at the party. That, and I'm kinda uncomfortable just sipping on someone else's booze all night. I get to the party just around 8:30 and I don't really know anyone there, other than Tool, Hart, Kate, Kate's boyfriend Josh, and Dave. I eventually run into one of my old Jr. High friends, Chris, and we bullshit for a bit about school and I fill him in on my film for the summer. He says he's gonna put my in tough with one of his friends who does a lot of production work on independent films, which is fucking dope news, seeing I'm just putting my crew together completely from scratch. It's nice to have connections.

I bomb around the party for a bit, talking to some random people and making new friends (not really). Me and Hart end up taking on the reigning champions in beer pong, which just happens to be Dave and his cousin, Rick. Not only do me and Mr. All-American kick their asses, but they end up challenging us to a rematch and we spank the shit out of them a second time! This is both exciting and fucked up, as I am NEVER on when I play beer pong. I'm like the dude that people sigh at when they hear I'm on their team. Rightfully so. I won't sugar coat it. I suck some major dick at beer pong. Worse things have happened.

Just around 9:30 or so, I get a text from Justin asking if I want to come with him and Mary to his sister's condo in Oak Park for the night. Remembering that a night at Andrea's condo is always a good time, I accept the invitation. I bid everyone at the party farewell just around 10:00, hop on I-290 and head out towards Oak Park.

I get there just around 10:45 or so. Justin buzzes me in the front door and I walk upstairs to be greeted by Andrea, her fiance Andy, Justin, and Mary. We all sit around the t.v. watching Saturday Night Live and enjoying some beers. Andrea apparently doesn't have visitors very often, so she starts breaking out all of the specialty booze from their extensive collection. She also comes out with an array of appetizers, including a few bricks of expensive cheese and some crackers. We all sit around sipping wine and champagne and eating expensive cheese. It's like a party at the fucking Ritz, just without the snooty pricks who walk around smelling their own flatulence.

The night goes pretty late and we all get exceptionally hammered. Everyone decides to crash around 3:00 AM. I pass out on the couch watching re-runs of The Cosby Show.