oh boy, do I have a lot to write about today, but first I have to poop, brb.
Ok, back to my weekend. It started out Friday night when I went to a bar down in San Jose. The occasion was a co-workers birthday party. The co-worker's band was also playing at the bar.
Of course, being in San Jose meant that getting there and parking would be horrible. They have a bunch of one way streets and it always seemed like the entrances to the parking garages were on "the other" street. Sheesh.
So I finally found parking and walked over to the bar. It was a little after 10pm when I walked in to the bar and the band was already playing. The crowd was thick, mostly with Filipinos and Samoan people. I pushed my way through them to the back of the bar where the band was playing and saw my co-worker, T. She was already really buzzed from all the shots her friends had given her. She was not going to be singing with the band that night. Good times were obviously going to be had that night.
I got myself a scotch on the rocks and went back to where the band was to kick it. T and I danced a bit whenever she wasn't taking more birthday shots with her friends. She was getting pretty messed up. She would introduce me over and over again to all her friends. They were looking at me like I was a freak or something, like "who the fuck is this dude that she keeps introducing to me?"
A great time was being had by everyone but right about midnight it became clear that T had gone past the point of no return. No amount of dancing was going to sweat off the amount of alcohol that she had consumed. I asked a couple of her friends to watch her while I got some bottled water to force her to drink.
Getting the water took quite a while because it was just so packed in there. By the time I got the bottles and walked back to where I had just left T she was gone. I was looking around while standing there and I didn't see her anywhere in sight. Then the friends that I left her with came by and told me that she was laying on the floor further in the back and everyone was staring at her. They said that I had to do something about it. I was thinking to myself, "I have to do something about it? Why did you let her end up in that position in the first place? sheesh!"
So I had to fight my way through the crowd to get to the very back of the bar and there was T sprawled out on the ground with people staring at her and others trying to pick her up. It was great. T is Samoan, but she is tiny compared to the average Samoan. That doesn't mean she is tiny by normal people standards. She is probably about 165lbs of muscle, very athletic. If she doesn't want you to move her you most likely are not going to be able to move her. Finally one of her BIG friends grabbed her by the arm and picked her up.
The dude put her over his shoulder and carried her out the back door while I followed carrying the bottled water that I had bought. We set her down outside on a stool and the dude held her upright. She wasn't able to hold herself up anymore. It didn't take long for the puking to start. She just let it fly. The worst part was that she was unable to control her body when she was puking. When we bent her over so she wouldn't puke on herself she would fall all the way to the ground and we would have to pick her up. We tried to hold her in the "head between knees position" but when she puked her arms would dangle in the way and she would puke on them. So then I held her arms up and out of the way and her hair would fall down and be in the way. So then I would be holding her arms and her hair up and out of the way of the flying puke. All the while I am standing in a puddle of puke and my shoes are getting covered in it.
In between the puke sessions she would mumble incoherently. She would keep introducing me to her friends and they would be all like, "yeah we already met this weird motherfucker who is standing in your puke right now."
One of her friends finally pulled her car around the back of the bar and someone stuffed her in the back seat. The only problem is that no one who was back there knew how to get to her house from there. T's brother said he would lead the way but he would have to get his car that was parked a few blocks away. Well, one of the great things about San Jose is that on friday and saturday nights the cops block off all the streets in such a way that you can leave downtown but you can't get in. I don't know why they do this, i guess it's their way of crowd control. So anyway, her brother couldn't come to where we were. The chick who was going to drive somehow got directions and said she would just meet the brother there. I took off because my car was parked a few blocks away and there was no way that I would be able to catch up to them.
So Sunday started off fine. I went to try to get the car smogged because I thought it would be a good perk to entice a potential buyer. I found out at the smog station that my registration renewal had already been sent out by the DMV and they flagged my VW for a Test Only station. Dammit to hell does the DMV have something against me? Two cars being flagged for Test Only is freakin' ridiculous. So anyway, I told the smog people that I was selling the car and not renewing the registration but they said once it's been flagged they can't help me.
So I went home and figured that I would have to call the DMV on Monday and explain that since I wasn't going to be owning the car for very much longer there was no way in hell I was going to take my car to a Test Only station and pay for renewed tags. When I got home my phone rang. It was some dude that had seen my car on Craig's List. He asked me if I still had the car and then said that he had $750 CASH. I asked him if he wanted to come down to check the car out but he said no. He just wanted to buy it, no questions asked.
I told him about trying to get the car smogged and the fact that it was flagged for a Test Only station but he said he didn't care. He just wanted to know when the current registration was going to expire. I told him it didn't expire until June. So he said he definitely wanted to buy it but I would have to bring the car to him. He lived all the way in Vallejo so I told him that I would have to find a ride back to at least a BART station. All my friends were out this weekend so it was going to be tough. He offered to give me a ride back to the nearest BART station. I was cool with that so I agreed to bring him my car.
He gave me some basic directions to a gas station just off of the freeway, on Solano ave. I had no clue what part of Vallejo that was, good or bad. It didn't matter much to me so I drove up there and called the dude when I got there. He gave me directions to his house, which was only down a little ways on Florida. I immediately noticed that I was in the "wrong" part of town. "oh well" I thought to myself, ghetto people need cars too.
So I get to the address that the dude gave me and there is an old lady sitting on the porch. I said hello and asked for Jerome, the dude buying the car. He was inside on the couch and told me to come in. I took a seat in a chair near him and pulled out all the paperwork. I had already filled it all out so all he had to do was sign it. He gave me the $750 cash and I handed him the papers to sign. He signed them and gave them back to me and I signed the title over to him.
I reminded him that I needed a ride to a nearby BART station, which wasn't really so nearby. He remembered and tried to get up. I say tried because he almost fell over. He steadied himself and stood up but was really wobbly. When he talked I noticed he just wasn't quite right. So I asked him if he had been drinking or something. He said he drank a little but he was ok. I told him that I was sorry but I wasn't going to get in a car with someone driving who had been drinking. He said he was fine and not to "worry about any DUIs" I told him that there was no way I was getting in the car with him. He got a bit agitated and again said he was going to drive me to BART and to just go outside and wait for him while he got something or got ready.
As he walked back to a room I just got the hell out of there. I walked out the door, said goodbye to grandma on the porch and kept walking. The gas station wasn't too far away and I just walked in that direction. Walking through this ghetto area with $750 cash in my pocket. I called a friend who lives in Vallejo and asked her if she was in town. She has a boyfriend in Hayward and she usually stays with him on the weekend. Fortunately she was in Vallejo and I told her what my situation and asked for the huge favor of giving me a ride at least out of this neighborhood. She said she was actually about to leave to Concord so she could take me to the BART station there. I told her I loved her and I would do anything for her.
I had to wait a bit at the gas station and was swarmed on by the locals all demanding money. I guess these people think that this is a valid occupation, strong arming money from people who somehow find their way into the cesspool they call home. I told them all to fuck off. They weren't happy but they also knew that I could kick their asses. Age and alcohol don't exactly put you in top fighting condition. The only time I was worried was when a gang of young thugs stopped across the street and stared at me. I don't know what they were thinking. Maybe they thought that someone new was moving in on their crack turf or something. Whateva. Finally my friend came and we got the hell out of there.
While at the Union City BART station waiting for my roommate to come pick me up I got ahold of T on the phone. She felt like shit and she kept apologizing. I told her to stop that, there was no need to apologize for anything. It was her birthday and she had a good time up until the point where she puked on my shoes.
So my roommate picked me up and I had just enough time to get ready and go right back out to another friend's birthday dinner. Dinner was at Celia's in San Mateo. Apparently I am the only one in the Bay Area who hasn't eaten there. There was a pretty big group and we got the back room of the place. The food was yummy. Lots of cheese, lots of sour cream, I was in heaven.
I was a little miffed that they had all pitched in to buy the birthday boy an insanely expensive watch but didn't tell me about it. I would have pitched in on it too. They kind of did that for another friend's birthday too. We were all going to pitch in to buy him a suit to wear to casting calls. We wanted to get him the most expensive suite we could get but it was pitch in what you could since everybody has a different situation. I told the organizer what my contribution would be and he replied back to me telling me that it was too much. I told him that I didn't have any problem contributing that much, so for me it wasn't too much. He said they would get the suit and tell me how much I should give. They never got back to me and didn't ask me for any money. I was pretty much pushed out of the gift giving.
I know how it can put people off if you are too generous and I often go way overboard with my friends. I guess my point of view is that I am somewhat successful, I have no kids to spend my money on, no girlfriend to spend my money on, so when it comes to friends I have a lot to give. I dunno, I was kind of hurt that when he reads the card for the watch my name won't be on it and he might think that I didn't want to pitch in for it. I didn't get anything for him at all just because I wasn't even told about the dinner until the last minute.
Anyway, at least my Saturday ended on a good note. Good food and good friends.
8:22 a.m. - 2004-03-07
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