My New Year's celebration was ok i guess.
I didn't fake on my ex-roommate and went to The GlasKat. Several of the people that had asked for tickets faked at the last minute so we didn't roll in there with the usual size posse. This made it very difficult for us to keep the balcony free of the unwanteds. The club couldn't spare a bouncer to keep people from coming up the stairs because it was an unusually ghetto crowd.
It was a hip hop kind of party and this place has always had bad luck whenever they have allowed a hip hop event. Every time they give the hip hop crowd a chance they go and mess it up.
I kicked it up in the balcony most of the night and we all just kind of chilled and drank. I didn't drink much though since I drove myself. I did have 3 drinks which was one more than I thought I would have but I was feeling fine. I didn't even get a buzz.
The chick who was going to give me tongue faked too so I didn't get any tongue or booty on New Years. I got a whole bunch of kisses from strangers though, even WAY after the whole countdown thing. I was walking around and these strangers were all like, "HAPPY NEW YEAR, MWAAAAAAAH" and i was all like, "icky"
So my friends got all drunk and started aimlessly wandering around the club. At one point they all went into the cigar room. I can't stand smoke so I stayed out. Things pretty much started falling apart at that point. It became impossible to keep track of everyone and everyone was looking to me to keep tabs on everyone else. It really sucked.
I didn't really see Psycho Bitch there until well after midnight. She was there with her boyfriend. He keeps that girl on a tight leash. I guess you have to if you want to go out with her, but that just isn't my style. I don't want to be anybody's babysitter. If I have to worry about the person I'm with and whether or not they are making out with someone else at the party then I just won't be with that person.
So after the open bar closed and they started charging full price for the drinks the ghetto people really turned it up a notch. These ghetto fools all started playing the "you spilled my drink" game. I mean come on, you have maybe one sip of your drink left and YOU bump into someone who is standing perfectly still and you want to say that they owe you a new drink. And of course you were drinking some Hennessy VSOP right you fuck? I wasn't having any of that bullshit. Yeah I did spill your drink because you look like a fucking dumbass you fuck, what the fuck are you gonna do about it you little bitch? I swear people are so ghetto.
The ghetto wasn't just oozing out of the men though, the women were acting hella ghetto too. They were starting fights with each other and with men. You couldn't walk 10 feet without some ghetto bitch sqwaking, "what the fuck you looking at, huh? You think you better than me?" Yeah bitch I know i'm better than you and I know I can knock the weave out your fucking head if you don't shut the fuck up and keep walking. You have to combat the ghetto by being more ghetto that the ghetto fools.
So all my friends were still wandering around looking for each other and passing each other by. I posted up by the cigar room and when one would come by I would tell them to stay with me and they would all come by eventually. Did they? Nope. Their drunk asses would keep wandering around. Eventually I talked a few into going out and waiting in my friend's SUV.
Then a shitload of fights started breaking out all over the place. I knew it was time for me to go. I did a quick search of the club and told everyone that I found that it was time to go because the shit was hitting the fan. As I was getting out of there I noticed a whole lot of cops outside the entrance. They were all geared up and looked like they were on the verge of storming the club. Thankfully they allowed me to leave without smacking me with a nightstick a few times.
I waited at my friends SUV for the few stragglers that had yet to find their way to the car. Of course the two last people who were MIA were women. Females are the worst to take to clubs. They get some alcohol in them and they are off shaking their asses in every guys face and at the end of the night they are never around. You have to wait for days before they come out of whatever hole they were fucking in and then they always lose something like a purse or a phone.
I asked my friends if they were cool and they said yes so I left on my own. I should have gone to Turlock for the pajama party.
5:25 p.m. - 2004-01-02
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