So yeah, its been a while...6 days without my preciouse cable modem working... 
Anyhow, continuing from where I left off with my last post. That house party was a blast. It was in the ghetto of brooklyn with a capital G. Where? I'm not too sure. There was a DJ spinning there. Then a guy I work with (Darwin) went and showed him up.
The next night was a going away party for one of my managers. So drinks were on her new BF who was trying to make good with all of us. I had about 4 shots of jager, somewhere in the range of 6-8 beers, and then a friend introduced me to the Irish Car Bomb. Boy is that drink fun.
I had to be at work at 7am the next day....
I was going downtown on the N/R with a friend and needed to get off at 8th st. My friend got off at 14th. Somwhere in between the two I blacked out, managed to get off the train somewhere, get back on a train going uptown, ride that train to the end of the line, get off, transfer to an F train, and then proceed to ride that into Jamaica, Queens. Where I got off that train and slept next to a homeless person. I woke up the next day. By this time I was about 2 hours late for work. I was a bit confused, I asked someone where I was. They said, "You're in Jamaica." I was still a bit drunk, so this made me that much more confused. I finally figured jamaica+queens...not the country. So I went to work and was THREE hours late. Told my story, everyone had a good laugh at my expense. I didn't get into any trouble.
See...the trick to telling a good three hours late for work lie, is to make it something believable like blacking out on a train. But thats not good enough, you HAVE to throw something crazy in there, that just makes it unique and bizarre. Throw in some interaction with some people, and you're golden.
What really happened, is I went home, thought I could stay awake for about an hour then go back to work. But I passed out in my clothes. Woke up, stunk like alcohol and sweat, seeing how I have no AC in my apartment. I slept in my clothes so I just got up and went to work. Thought of this great story along the way.
What else has happened in my life???
My parents hadn't heard from me since the big blackout. So they thought I was dead. And my internet wasnt working, so I couldnt get or send them email. Soooo, instead of calling my cell phone like normal parents. They decide to call the police instead. The police come to my apartment while I am at work. My roommate answers the door...
"Who lives here?"
"Myself and my two roommates. Whats this all about?"
"Who are your roommates?"
"Well, theres Rika, and my ex BF Chris."
"Chris Randalls?"
"Yeah, why?"
"Is he okay? Is he alive?"
"Ummm...yeah, hes at work right now..."
"We got a call from his parents back in CA, we just need to search the apartment to make sure there aren't any bodies in here."
"Bodies?"
"You said hes alright?"
"Yes, hes fine. Hes working right now."
"Well tell him he needs to call his parents. They are worried that hes dead."
I am very much alive thankyou.
I went out to a bar again. Convinced some girl that my friends and I were in a band. And thats why we all got our drinks before her, even though she ordered before all of us. The band is called Marios Not Invited. My official title is the "Sexy Lead Singer" We played at Warped tour. We are just in NY touring. We play punk/emo music. We don't sign autographs. That night all the drinks were paid for by one of the head guys at Quiksilver who was visiting our store for the weekend. Oh, I threw up that night too. I was doing fine till I went to lay down to go to sleep. Then the world started spinning. I knew what happened next. But I tried tricking myself into thinking that I could prevent it. Just focus on one thing, I told myself. Yeah...that didnt exactly work...
Thats about all that happened in my life over these past few days.
Shayna is back home!
She'll grow to love this place again. I know it.
--Thats not all.
Dilated Peoples TONIGHT at SOBS. Hooray. Probably going to be going alone though...boooo. Who wants my extra ticket???!?!
Anyhow, continuing from where I left off with my last post. That house party was a blast. It was in the ghetto of brooklyn with a capital G. Where? I'm not too sure. There was a DJ spinning there. Then a guy I work with (Darwin) went and showed him up.
The next night was a going away party for one of my managers. So drinks were on her new BF who was trying to make good with all of us. I had about 4 shots of jager, somewhere in the range of 6-8 beers, and then a friend introduced me to the Irish Car Bomb. Boy is that drink fun.
I had to be at work at 7am the next day....
I was going downtown on the N/R with a friend and needed to get off at 8th st. My friend got off at 14th. Somwhere in between the two I blacked out, managed to get off the train somewhere, get back on a train going uptown, ride that train to the end of the line, get off, transfer to an F train, and then proceed to ride that into Jamaica, Queens. Where I got off that train and slept next to a homeless person. I woke up the next day. By this time I was about 2 hours late for work. I was a bit confused, I asked someone where I was. They said, "You're in Jamaica." I was still a bit drunk, so this made me that much more confused. I finally figured jamaica+queens...not the country. So I went to work and was THREE hours late. Told my story, everyone had a good laugh at my expense. I didn't get into any trouble.
See...the trick to telling a good three hours late for work lie, is to make it something believable like blacking out on a train. But thats not good enough, you HAVE to throw something crazy in there, that just makes it unique and bizarre. Throw in some interaction with some people, and you're golden.
What really happened, is I went home, thought I could stay awake for about an hour then go back to work. But I passed out in my clothes. Woke up, stunk like alcohol and sweat, seeing how I have no AC in my apartment. I slept in my clothes so I just got up and went to work. Thought of this great story along the way.
What else has happened in my life???
My parents hadn't heard from me since the big blackout. So they thought I was dead. And my internet wasnt working, so I couldnt get or send them email. Soooo, instead of calling my cell phone like normal parents. They decide to call the police instead. The police come to my apartment while I am at work. My roommate answers the door...
"Who lives here?"
"Myself and my two roommates. Whats this all about?"
"Who are your roommates?"
"Well, theres Rika, and my ex BF Chris."
"Chris Randalls?"
"Yeah, why?"
"Is he okay? Is he alive?"
"Ummm...yeah, hes at work right now..."
"We got a call from his parents back in CA, we just need to search the apartment to make sure there aren't any bodies in here."
"Bodies?"
"You said hes alright?"
"Yes, hes fine. Hes working right now."
"Well tell him he needs to call his parents. They are worried that hes dead."
I am very much alive thankyou.
I went out to a bar again. Convinced some girl that my friends and I were in a band. And thats why we all got our drinks before her, even though she ordered before all of us. The band is called Marios Not Invited. My official title is the "Sexy Lead Singer" We played at Warped tour. We are just in NY touring. We play punk/emo music. We don't sign autographs. That night all the drinks were paid for by one of the head guys at Quiksilver who was visiting our store for the weekend. Oh, I threw up that night too. I was doing fine till I went to lay down to go to sleep. Then the world started spinning. I knew what happened next. But I tried tricking myself into thinking that I could prevent it. Just focus on one thing, I told myself. Yeah...that didnt exactly work...
Thats about all that happened in my life over these past few days.
Shayna is back home!
She'll grow to love this place again. I know it.
--Thats not all.
Dilated Peoples TONIGHT at SOBS. Hooray. Probably going to be going alone though...boooo. Who wants my extra ticket???!?!
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but to answer your question, nope, never heard of the place. where's it at?