It seems I haven't really written anything real yet of what I've been doing here. The crazy things I've gotten myself into, and the things that just seem to happen to me, which is almost every time I go out. The fact that I'm not dead yet is somewhat surprising as well. I'm still exploring everything here but have still failed to see the touristy things. The space needle, pike place, etc etc etc. I have found some nice bars and some very, very screwed up people. The latest and greatest of my adventures was Saturday, but I should start before that to give you an idea of the situations that find me.
It was a week or so ago. It started the same way as a terrible joke: At a bar with 3 guys. One of them of course, being me, and seemingly the most sober.
Then there was my roommate, who despite being a pretty built guy, doesnt hold his liquor nearly as well. Then there was the third guy. Pretty much the epitome of every douche you'd see in a bar all rolled up into one being. The bar was closing and this dude got into a fight. Well, make that a few fights. Enough to the point where one of the bouncers threw him to the ground and maced him for a good 6 seconds.
My roommate thought it would be a great idea to go over and help this guy out. You know, bring him back to the house and get the shit out of his eyes. My responce was, "Um, No." He said we couldnt just leave him there, and despite me trying to tell him how easy it would be to turn and walk home without a fuss or regreat, he started dragging him back anyway. I muttered a few choice words under my breath for about the next two blocks and decided I might as well lend a hand so we could just get this thing over with. A block down or so, another guy started to pass us and asked if our newfound friend was ok, which apparently made him not ok. Downright pissed for that matter. The mood shifted from ok, to panic when we learned he clearly isn't stable, but was also armed with a gravity blade. A pretty fancy switchblade. Surprise guys! I took a couple steps back to stay safe from swinging range of the berserker atttack and gather a thought or two. The Fourth guy took off running, turned around a block ahead of us to yell back at us at how crazy we all were, and I tried to yell an apology. It's hard to do when you're with a douche that just tired to stab you. I told the guy he was going to have to calm down or we'd leave him for the cops to find. I talked him down a bit and took the blade from him. Yes, I do still have it to this day. We got him the rest of the way to the house, I opened a jug of milk and threw it in his face. Guess what? It worked. He called his sis to come pick him up and, thankfully, was never heard from again.
One would think that would be enough of an adventure for one week, right? Probably.
Instead, I go out again a couple nights later. This time to a bar in Capitol Hill called the cha cha lounge.
It almost seems like my kind of bar, but no pool tables. Lots of kids with piercings and tattoos, and some pretty tasty beers also. I was there with a friend from work this time, but still managed to be the sober one. I thought I'd try to catch up, so I started a tab, and went at it like a drunk out of rehab. Started hard with a woodford on the rocks, then a couple bourbon and cokes, and finally with a few choice beers. Ken, the guy from work decided he had had enough for the night and needed to crash, which was cool with me, but I still had a beer I wasnt going to let go to waste. So, alone I sat in a booth with my beer when a couple of chicks and a dude roll up and start talking to me. I was pretty drunk by this point, and fortunately (so i thought) awesome mode was on. There was some conversation, and my sense of humor seemed to be spot on. It felt good to make people laugh again. Once I finished my beer they invited me over to hang out, and I accepted. I mean come on. I'm still looking for people to hang out with here. Little did I know that they were taking me to a house full of coke(the bad kind of coke)(not the soda). I found an acoustic guitar in the corner and started to play a bit, then a couple other guys showed up and started passing the little white bags around, and if that didn't make things awkward eough, the one guy I met earlier started getting a little handsy. Why is it always the guys?
Seriously?
I managed to make it out of the house and still somewhat together at around the break of dawn when I realized I had no idea where I was. They had driven me to their apt and my car was still near the bar. The search wouldnt have been nearly as bad if not for the rain. By the time I found my car I looked like I jumped in a river with my clothes on.
It was at this point that I decided that maybe I should wait a bit to go out again.
From there nothing has really been that eventful. Until Saturday. Well, there was the girl that followed me home, and wouldn't leave. I was tempted to try a few various techniques I thought up in my head while I was listening to her talk about herself for hours on end. One of them involved me interrupting her whenever she tried to speak. You know, yelling, "Hey!" while pointing at my crotch, just to see what would happen.
Honestly, I think I knew. And I didn't want it. So instead, I went with a, "Look, you really have to leave now." Rinse and Repeat. 35 minutes later and she was finally out the door. The downside was that it was 5 a.m. at that point which gave me a total of 3 hours of sleep before I had to be at work.
But back to saturday. Saturday was my Coup de gras of nights. It's the kind of thing you'd think the stars would have to be aligned for to make stuff like this happen.
I had found this house party several blocks down from my house. My initial thought was, well, what the hell. What I didn't realize was there was a cover at the door. Cause I mean, honestly. It's a house party. When I got there, the guy at the door asked for the money. Unfortunately, I never carry cash on me. Instead I reply with, "It's cool. I'm with the band." and point inside the door. He kind of looked inside, and then gave me a puzzled look, and said, "Ok, go on in." Who knew that would actually work?
I'm trying that everywhere I go now. Once I got inside I noticed there was a dj and an empty dance floor, lots of drinks, and a beer pong table in the back. It took me a while but I had gathered that this was a house full of law students and someone there was graduating. Another thing I learned is; and this is key to the night - Law students (or the ones there) Cant Dance. So theres me, in street garb, lots of dress up ladies. and a bunch of guys that wouldnt dance and a few that tried.
I made a couple stiff drinks to build up a little courage and hit the dance floor. It didnt take much time for one to find me, and she turned out to be pretty amazing, which is like a 1 and 50 billion chance for me. We talked, we danced a lot, and she would go take care of her drunk friend and come back and talk. The night was over, she had to check on her friend for one last time and told me not to go anywhere. She came back and gave me her number and drove her friend home, and I headed home myself, wondering how all of this worked out as well as it did.
So here I am today. It's Tuesday, and I've been thinking of calling her since she gave me her number. Since I moved here I've not really wanted anything serious to happen, and really havn't been making moves at all, but with the way all of this worked out, it would feel wrong not to give it a try.
I flipped a coin. Heads and I'd call her. Tails and I'd leave it with that one night where it felt like I could open any door in the universe.
So I flipped. And it came out heads. I looked down at my phone for about a minute and gave her a call.
5 full rings and no answer. So the only thing left to do was leave a message. And so I did.
It may be the end of something, or she may get back to me and this is all part of some sort of crazy start. Either way I'm going to be fine with the outcome.
I think I'm starting to see that whichever way this goes, these crazy nights won't stop. So I'll keep going out, and hopefully I'll have more stories to talk about.
It was a week or so ago. It started the same way as a terrible joke: At a bar with 3 guys. One of them of course, being me, and seemingly the most sober.
Then there was my roommate, who despite being a pretty built guy, doesnt hold his liquor nearly as well. Then there was the third guy. Pretty much the epitome of every douche you'd see in a bar all rolled up into one being. The bar was closing and this dude got into a fight. Well, make that a few fights. Enough to the point where one of the bouncers threw him to the ground and maced him for a good 6 seconds.
My roommate thought it would be a great idea to go over and help this guy out. You know, bring him back to the house and get the shit out of his eyes. My responce was, "Um, No." He said we couldnt just leave him there, and despite me trying to tell him how easy it would be to turn and walk home without a fuss or regreat, he started dragging him back anyway. I muttered a few choice words under my breath for about the next two blocks and decided I might as well lend a hand so we could just get this thing over with. A block down or so, another guy started to pass us and asked if our newfound friend was ok, which apparently made him not ok. Downright pissed for that matter. The mood shifted from ok, to panic when we learned he clearly isn't stable, but was also armed with a gravity blade. A pretty fancy switchblade. Surprise guys! I took a couple steps back to stay safe from swinging range of the berserker atttack and gather a thought or two. The Fourth guy took off running, turned around a block ahead of us to yell back at us at how crazy we all were, and I tried to yell an apology. It's hard to do when you're with a douche that just tired to stab you. I told the guy he was going to have to calm down or we'd leave him for the cops to find. I talked him down a bit and took the blade from him. Yes, I do still have it to this day. We got him the rest of the way to the house, I opened a jug of milk and threw it in his face. Guess what? It worked. He called his sis to come pick him up and, thankfully, was never heard from again.
One would think that would be enough of an adventure for one week, right? Probably.
Instead, I go out again a couple nights later. This time to a bar in Capitol Hill called the cha cha lounge.
It almost seems like my kind of bar, but no pool tables. Lots of kids with piercings and tattoos, and some pretty tasty beers also. I was there with a friend from work this time, but still managed to be the sober one. I thought I'd try to catch up, so I started a tab, and went at it like a drunk out of rehab. Started hard with a woodford on the rocks, then a couple bourbon and cokes, and finally with a few choice beers. Ken, the guy from work decided he had had enough for the night and needed to crash, which was cool with me, but I still had a beer I wasnt going to let go to waste. So, alone I sat in a booth with my beer when a couple of chicks and a dude roll up and start talking to me. I was pretty drunk by this point, and fortunately (so i thought) awesome mode was on. There was some conversation, and my sense of humor seemed to be spot on. It felt good to make people laugh again. Once I finished my beer they invited me over to hang out, and I accepted. I mean come on. I'm still looking for people to hang out with here. Little did I know that they were taking me to a house full of coke(the bad kind of coke)(not the soda). I found an acoustic guitar in the corner and started to play a bit, then a couple other guys showed up and started passing the little white bags around, and if that didn't make things awkward eough, the one guy I met earlier started getting a little handsy. Why is it always the guys?
Seriously?
I managed to make it out of the house and still somewhat together at around the break of dawn when I realized I had no idea where I was. They had driven me to their apt and my car was still near the bar. The search wouldnt have been nearly as bad if not for the rain. By the time I found my car I looked like I jumped in a river with my clothes on.
It was at this point that I decided that maybe I should wait a bit to go out again.
From there nothing has really been that eventful. Until Saturday. Well, there was the girl that followed me home, and wouldn't leave. I was tempted to try a few various techniques I thought up in my head while I was listening to her talk about herself for hours on end. One of them involved me interrupting her whenever she tried to speak. You know, yelling, "Hey!" while pointing at my crotch, just to see what would happen.
Honestly, I think I knew. And I didn't want it. So instead, I went with a, "Look, you really have to leave now." Rinse and Repeat. 35 minutes later and she was finally out the door. The downside was that it was 5 a.m. at that point which gave me a total of 3 hours of sleep before I had to be at work.
But back to saturday. Saturday was my Coup de gras of nights. It's the kind of thing you'd think the stars would have to be aligned for to make stuff like this happen.
I had found this house party several blocks down from my house. My initial thought was, well, what the hell. What I didn't realize was there was a cover at the door. Cause I mean, honestly. It's a house party. When I got there, the guy at the door asked for the money. Unfortunately, I never carry cash on me. Instead I reply with, "It's cool. I'm with the band." and point inside the door. He kind of looked inside, and then gave me a puzzled look, and said, "Ok, go on in." Who knew that would actually work?
I'm trying that everywhere I go now. Once I got inside I noticed there was a dj and an empty dance floor, lots of drinks, and a beer pong table in the back. It took me a while but I had gathered that this was a house full of law students and someone there was graduating. Another thing I learned is; and this is key to the night - Law students (or the ones there) Cant Dance. So theres me, in street garb, lots of dress up ladies. and a bunch of guys that wouldnt dance and a few that tried.
I made a couple stiff drinks to build up a little courage and hit the dance floor. It didnt take much time for one to find me, and she turned out to be pretty amazing, which is like a 1 and 50 billion chance for me. We talked, we danced a lot, and she would go take care of her drunk friend and come back and talk. The night was over, she had to check on her friend for one last time and told me not to go anywhere. She came back and gave me her number and drove her friend home, and I headed home myself, wondering how all of this worked out as well as it did.
So here I am today. It's Tuesday, and I've been thinking of calling her since she gave me her number. Since I moved here I've not really wanted anything serious to happen, and really havn't been making moves at all, but with the way all of this worked out, it would feel wrong not to give it a try.
I flipped a coin. Heads and I'd call her. Tails and I'd leave it with that one night where it felt like I could open any door in the universe.
So I flipped. And it came out heads. I looked down at my phone for about a minute and gave her a call.
5 full rings and no answer. So the only thing left to do was leave a message. And so I did.
It may be the end of something, or she may get back to me and this is all part of some sort of crazy start. Either way I'm going to be fine with the outcome.
I think I'm starting to see that whichever way this goes, these crazy nights won't stop. So I'll keep going out, and hopefully I'll have more stories to talk about.