So the game on Tuesday night was a disappointment. The Giants lost and it was freezing. Blah!
On Wednesday night I had settled in to watch the results show of American Idol when The Funk called me. He was at the bar near my place and was already drunk. From what I could understand he wanted to go somewhere but was too drunk to drive. So I had to forget about watching American Idol and drive over to the bar.
When i got there he was shitfaced at the bar with some other dude. He said the dude was a karaoke DJ. I guess The Funk is trying to negotiate with the bar owner and the karaoke DJ to set up a karaoke night at the bar. I'm not sure why though, I guess he doesn't want to drive far for his karaoke.
Anyway, after a few more drinks we were off to visit our other friend at another bar down in Milpitas where she is a karaoke bar. Are you thoroughly confused now? The Funk, Mr. Karaoke, and me went to another bar to visit another Karaoke DJ who is our friend.
So The Funk and Mr. Karaoke had some more drinks and sang. They were pretty messed up. Mr. Karaoke was talking shit about eveyrone who sang. They sounded bad but still, it's even I don't talk shit when the people suck or i'm bored. If i'm not being entertained then I go up and entertain myself.
Mr. Karaoke brought his own discs with him because he refuses to sing to anyone else's discs. When he went up to sing I was expecting something great. Man this guy sucked so bad. It was so funny! He was really serious and doing all these facial expressions and waving his arms around like he was performing on stage...AND HE TOTALLY SUCKED. Man, he really needs to watch tape of himself singing and maybe he won't talk about others.
So anyway, this was the place filled with moldy oldies that we went to a few weeks ago where I sang Creed in an attempt to start a riot. There were mostly old people there again this night but then two asian chicks walked in. I pointed them out to The Funk because he completey missed them as they walked in.
He got all belligerent and said that we were going to go pick up on them. I felt sorry for the girls because I knew what was coming. He went up and started talking to them. He is very good at that. He is a master when it comes to social situations. He can strike up a conversation with anyone. So then he waves Mr. Karaoke over and he is all up on them too but the chicks were being nice. Then he called me over and introduced me to them. I shook their hand and said hi but then backed off.
We took a new table near the chicks and The Funk tried to get them to sit with us but they stayed at the bar. It didn't matter much, we were right next to them anyway. The Funk then asked the bartender if they were still serving food and the bartender said yes. I knew exactly what was coming next. About 10 minutes later the bartender and some other workers brought out plate after plate of food, mostly appetizers. It looked like he ordered two of every damn appetizer they had. Sheesh.
He told the girls that he ordered that for them and they went ahead and ate some of the food. I don't know if they really wanted it or if they were being polite. I sang a song just so I could get up and away from the table for a while. I sang Fastball's The Way.
A short time later the chicks said they had to leave but they didn't get away without The Funk giving them his business card and them giving him their phone number...
I'm off to lunch not, be back with the rest later.
Ok, I'm back.
So that pretty much ended Wednesday night. Except i'm leaving out the part where we went back to the first bar and they had another drink.
Last night I was chillin' and I got to watch Survivor All Stars and then CSI Las Vegas. Both shows were good. I won't go into details about Survivor All Stars since some people may not have seen it yet. Let me say that it is very frustrating watching these people screw up so badly. They just don't seem to know what they are doing. Well, two of them do but it's surprising that everyone is letting them get away with it.
Anyway, as CSI Las Vegas was coming to an end The Funk called and said that he was taking Mr. Karaoke out. I guess it's more schmoozing to try to get him on board for Karaoke night at the nearby bar. He wanted me to go but I let him know that I would be driving myself and I would be leaving early. So I got ready and drove over to the hotel that The Funk and the dude were going to be at. The Funk had chicks there, big ladies. I think that they were supposed to be part of the schmoozing. I hope he made sure that Mr. Karaoke liked big girls first or he might have scared the guy off from having any further dealings with The Funk.
To make things short: I drank a coke, The Funk ordered a shitload of drinks and food that nobody really ate, more people that The Funk invited showed up, I got tired and went home. I went home at the perfect time because The Funk had invited this annoying puerto rican asshole that I hate being around. The dude was walking up as I was leaving.
Tonight I go out with my co-workers. We are going to Lucky 13 for drinks and Home for food afterwards. Then I come home and sleep.
12:20 p.m. - 2004-04-30
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