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Oh, that drinking party in Brooklyn…

Storytelling time!

So I was invited to some drinking party at Aaron’s house a little over a week ago. Aaron, Sandro, and Tim decided to make a party for no apparent reason, I guess they just wanted to have fun and Aaron’s family was out for the weekends. Aaron and Sandro were in charge of getting the booze and they kind of ended up buying just a little too much, maybe about two or three extra cases of beer and liquor. Along with the mass pile of booze, there was also Rock Band and uh yeah pretty much Rock Band (After jamming with drums for half an hour, I got pretty good on medium). With approximately fifteen to twenty people coming on their way, I have to say it was going to a success, but I also had some unsettling feeling about it. Tim told me to loosen up and just go crazy for tonight…yeah, I wish I can do that.

The party started out with a few rounds of beer pong and a couple of celebration beer drinking. Beer pong is alright except that it was hilarious when Aaron took a sip of the pong ball cleaning water with a load of dog hair, dirt, and lint (That water was all milky and shit). Tim brought in his two other friends whom I don’t know quite well, but meh party is a party. Unsettling feeling began when Tim and his two friends decided to take their time to go upstairs to Aaron’s room to get high off of some diesel bag of Asian weed. I personally have nothing against those two, but I just really hate smoking or anything pertaining to it. Thirty minutes later, these guys came down high as shit (minus Tim because he only took a few hits) and ready to play another wave of beer pong, note two of the three guys right now are fucking delirious. The night went on and more people came to get drunk, mostly seniors from Tech that Aaron’s girl invited and also Evan, Leo, Leslie, Tommy, Ken (Cool Mandarin guy that Sandro met on WoW, yeah…WoW) and some random ass dude name Francis came out of nowhere in the middle of the night serving himself orange juice and some vodka.

But you’re probably wondering what the hell I was doing besides observing the party like some dumbass in the corner of the room. Before the party, I was planning to get wasted like all the other people currently in the room. But this unsettling feeling, I just couldn’t help to worry about how A-Squared and Tim would be by the end of the night. I wasn’t planning to get drunk to begin with and my girlfriend told me not to get drunk anyways (Alright fine, I was a tiny bit tipsy but I stopped. Sprite Zero and Vodka taste like crap period.) Already by ten o’clock at night, Aaron became a horny drunk (Checked on him several times), Sandro became a forceful drunk (Had to slap him a few times), and Tim became an obnoxious drunk (He rubbed his head on my chest and bit my right boob). There was one point at night where there was a load of yelling from those three and I had to calm them down. I was worry wart that night, roaming down up and down around the house checking if everything was alright, zipping in and out of rooms to see if everything was intact. Then came that climatic moment at night around 11 PM…

Everyone began to clean themselves up and called it a night. The room got empty in an instant as the people left to wait at the bus stop. When I saw how empty the room was, I ran all around to make sure those three were still in one piece. Sandro was piss drunk with Tim and his two friends downstairs. However, Aaron was missing and I quickly ran out to the bus stop and made sure he was with someone safe, fortunately he was safe with his sober girlfriend. So I was a little relieved when I came back and decided to clean up the place. I mean come on, booze everywhere, the Aaron’s cute yet crazy dogs were cleaning the boozed filled floor with their tongues. As I was cleaning the place up, Ken came back into the house with something on his arms. Something alright, Leo’s unconscious body. Apparently, Leo went out with the group to the bus stop to wait with them. Little did I know that he was actually piss drunk from all the vodka he was secretly chugging during the party (We all thought he got drunk from the pussy drinks). From what I heard from Ken, Leo probably got angry over some matter and became furious enough to drunken smash his own face to the bus pole repeatedly until he finally collapsed on the sidewalk. So there was Leo on the cold wood floor, mumbling, grumbling, and growling with his face full of abrasions and a huge gash on the top of his nose near his eyebrows. His gash was excruciatingly deep and bloody. His hands were cold and clammy. My heart was racing on what to do while the drunken three was just standing there giggling and laughing at his bloody unconscious body. I screamed for first aid kit but the first aid box had so little medical tools (It has sterile gauze but no medical tape…). so there I was spending the whole night cleaning his bloody wounds on his face and later found a long bloody scrape on his arm which I had to bandage. Every time I cleaned his gash, Leo would unconsciously moan and spaz. I had to keep my cool and keep him calm as best as I can. I was very grateful that Ken (One of the only two guys sober in the party) was there to save his ass and he was quite relieved that I was the only sober one left to tend Leo’s wound. I spent the whole night watching over Leo after bandaging his wound, always made sure his head was always upright until the bandage settled in place. From midnight to six in the morning, there I sat along side or nearby watching him along with Tommy (He got sober by two in the morning). During this time frame, I also took care of things by cleaning up the beer drenched table, washed the dirty dishes on the sink, and fed water to Aaron’s three thirsty little dogs, not to mention I also boiled a couple of kettles of hot boiling water and made cup noodles for the drunkies with the huge ass munchies (I can’t imagine letting them handling the hot water kettle with their drunken hands). Without a wink of sleep until seven in the morning, I wandered around the quiet house making sure everything was still in one piece, especially Leo.

I just couldn’t help myself on worrying about others. I guess it’s just how I am, a little motherly figure around those three (Aaron really did call me a mom once). Tim got furious at me that night, I can recall him drunk cursing at me for stopping him from drinking too much and having his fun. I mean sure I won’t stop you from having fun but it went a little out of control. There you were that night screaming at that poor girl, threw a lighter near me from the second floor, bit me on my right boob, and cursing at me throughout the night. Sure I didn’t had drunken fun like you did that night as you wanted me to, but I was also worry about your three dumbasses safety. No matter how many times you tell how drunk you were at your birthday was and how you were alright at the end, it just doesn’t pierce into me. It is just how I am, a fucking worry wart, that’s my nature. It was a self defined duty that I had to comply with. I’m sorry if I fuck things up over for you.

Well, that’s one delightful night I had and a story to share.

Pew pew pew! (^__^)

Filed by Kingz at March 31st, 2008 under Storytelling