Oh My Lord

Fuck whatever I was going to talk about Thursday, I went OUT Friday night and that totally takes precedence.

Now, when I go out, I try to hit up the ATM so I'm workin with cash and don't have to be that asshole at the restaurant who's all "I only have my plastic, d'oh!" Well, apparently me and Hefe were the only ones who thought that way... Assfaces.

So my boy who I swim with is leaving us very soon. We had an official going away party a couple weeks ago (which I believe I neglected to mention... I'll get around to it. That was a sweet ass night too), but his last day of work was Thursday, so we went out Friday night to re-celebrate.
There's supposed to be like 15 of us at the restaurant, but only 11 showed (and two were mysterious booty-calls who were late).

We ate at this place called Fats, which served up some pretty good Asian cuisine. We had a reservation for 7, but were a bit early so we headed to the bar (our party was 5 deep at this point: Me, Crossbow, SwimBoy, our DD, and a guy who's been gone for a bout 6 months.)

We got our table a bit early, Hefe showed up, we're just sitting around waiting for everyone... Drinkin to kill the time (on wonderfully empty stomach's of course). A girl from work (sometimes referred to as Stickbug here) showed.. More waiting... A young couple with a brand new baby showed up bout half an hour late and we finally ordered. Then Guy-who's-been-gone-for-6-months (GWBGF6M) has 2 random booty calls show up and it got all crunchy... Somethin bout our DD (who is GWBGF6M's best bud) bein all mad that the random booty calls were there. Who knows. I'd had 2 Calypto Breeze's at this point and just wanted to have some fun.

When the check came, it was some major drama for some reason, involving everyone passing the check around and making "Hmmmm" noises... I didn't really catch the reason behind this action, but whatever. Hefe and I got tired of the bullshit, threw down roughly twice what our meals cost, and bailed under the excuse of a smoke break.

Half an hour later they finally come outside. It's decided that Hefe will roll in the truck with Crossbow, SwimBoy, DD and myself, while GWBGF6M rolls with his booty calls. The rest of the group is going home. We have absolutely no plan, we're just driving towards Sac, any part but Old Sac (not that it sucks, we've just gone there the last 2 or 3 times we've gone out, and it was time for a change). We get off the freeway and are randomly rolling down K street, until we start seeing bars. As one of the dudes up front is naming off bars they see, I realized they sounded familiar, and I start to laugh to myself. My wonderful buds have taken us to Gay Sac. And there is no way I can tell them this info without being interrogated for knowing. DD is told to find a parking spot as soon as he sees one. I sense good times a brewin...

He pulls up in front of a little bitch-ass looking place called the VooDoo Lounge and we all pile out. Crossbow has been asleep, so she has no idea what's going on. I told her we were roughly 2 blocks from Gay Sac and she laughed. This would be some fun shit. We start walking, then someone (I think SwimBoy) decides we should just go into the VD Lounge. This place has some shite service, fucking weird customers (and most of the crowd looks like they came straight from a business meeting, but I have to admit, the booze was strong, and cheap.) They get a bad review from me for not having Smirnoff Ice, Corona, or Miller Light... I decided I didn't want anything if all they had was bitch-ass drinks, so Hefe orders me a shot of tequila. You can't not man up to a shot, so I swallowed that bullshit down, then stole Hefe's water. My boy SwimBoy ordered me a Jack and Coke that I don't think had any Coke in it at all. At all. I had to throw that shit over to him, I'm not a fan... I stole some of Crossbow's beer, realized it wasn't that bad and ordered one for myself. And then another... I stole Hefe's Old-Man-Hat several times, we took some pictures (one really cute one with me, Hefe and Crossbow. I love those two kids), and I started getting antsy. The music was bitch-ass in this place, and I wanted to dance. It totally doesn't matter that I never dance, I wanted to. I told Crossbow that there was a sweet club with awesome music just down the road, so she started quietly asking they guys (one at a time) if they had a problem going to a gay club. Hefe had heard about it before and is always down to try new things, SwimBoy said he was down, so DD was the only one left. He said No way, but then asked if SwimBoy was cool with it. When he heard everyone else was in, he changed his mind real quick. Whatever. Everyone finishes their drinks, and BWBGF6M finally shows with his booty calls. He orders drinks, and I head outside cuz I'm annoyed with all stupidity and everything makin me wait. I don't remember what the hell happened to the booty calls after that, and I didn't see them at the next place.


So I'm leading the way down the street, and then Crossbow asks me what the name of this place is. I'm not really wanting to say, so I keep walking. Apparently I'd breezed right past it (it was on the other side of the road tho, so don't completely lose hope in me). So we go in, pay the cover, and I grab Bow's arm to head into the room with the music, cuz it's pretty packed in the club. I led her and DD over to a less crowded spot, with a bench to sit on even, the headed back thru the crowd to hunt for SwimBoy and Hefe. Once everyone was over on our bench, I bought the first round from the cute cute bartender, and everything was all good.


Over the course of the night I danced with Hefe, Crossbow (several times) and SwimBoy. DD refused to dance, and BWBGF6M showed up later. I ended up kissing everyone in our party on the cheek at one point (there's a picture somewhere of me kissing DD on the cheek), except maybe Bow. I don't remember kissing her. I know I grabbed everyone's ass (not smacked, straight up grabbed) at some point; again with the exception of BWBGF6M. I had a wonderful night, and couldn't believe it when they announced Last Call, and Last Dance. The last dance was "Ain't no Mountain High Enough" and I know I made a huge fool of myself dancin with Bow to it, but who cares right? God, what a great Friday night. And, thanks to being smart and keepin my ass hydrated with water during our little drinkfest, no hangover the next day.

A good time was had by all, except maybe DD. Bow thinks he was sad that no guys hit on him (except one of the bartenders on the way out). SwimBoy got mildly molested on his way into the club (some guy grabbed his package), but nothing major went down. Good times kids, good times.



(And for the record, Hefe's hat doesn't really look like the ones pictured, I just think it totally looks like something my Gramp would wear, and give Hefe shit for it. He's got 3 or 4 of them in varying colors.)