The week in a glance . . . a long glance

chouinardoman@hotmail.com — Thu, 13 Nov 2003 06:26:58 GMT

OK, so like, let's start off the week with last Wednesday, November 5th. Nelson decided to invite me to this happenin' bar down on Beacon Street, called Crossroads. My away message that night even had the Bone Thugz 'n Harmony quote "I'll see you at the Crossroads" . . . hehe (not funny). So ya, I go to this place with my roommate Clay and his girlfriend Jamie. We get there and Nelson lets us right in. I was giving him a high-five and accidentally tripped over this chick's foot. After apologizing, she decided to tell me that I stepped on her foot. I was like "I said I am sorry," but apparently she didn't understand me. Dumb bitch. So ya, we continued into the bar and upstairs to the more chill area which had dart boards and a jukebox. Sat at the bar and started off doin' a shot of Jack with Clay. Good times. Then we got a pitcher of Bass Ale and the free pizza that comes with it on Wednesday night (sweetness). Beer was good, very good. Tapped the pitcher, so we got another. Upon finishing the pizza, we decided to play a game of Cricket on the dart board. If you don't know what cricket is, then you should find out on your own because I am not gonna tell you. So ya, I just barely beat Clay, but it was a good match. Then, my buddies Jason and John showed up and we played a bit with them. John is in my science class along with Nelson. Then, Dyani shows up (also in my science class) and it was like one big fucking reunion. After a few more beers, I made my way to the jukebox to play the necessary Buffett and Joel. Everyone approved. By the end of the song, Jamie was bitching that she wanted to leave, so Clay and I had one last shot of Jack and said bye to the crew.

Thursday night was the night that I wish could have never happened. I had been invited to this CRUSH party by the girls in the Alpha Epsilon Phi sorority. It was like a party to celebrate the pledge's last stand or something like that. What really matters is that it was free booze being served to me by chicks. So I go to the part with a bunch of friends that were also invited and we start drinking right off the bat. I wasn't convinced that there was enough alcohol in my rum and cokes, so I took it upon myself to pour more rum in . . . bad move #1. After about 15 of these drinks and lots of drunken conversation, I supposedly hooked up with a girl and took off for home before I got sick. Somehow I made it back in one piece and into my bed, where I puked. Now from this point on, I will tell it like I was told it, because I frankly don't remember shit. So ya, I just puked into a bag next to my bed and didn't get all of it inside . . . there is a little on my and stuff. My roommate comes in and sees me passed out with this dark fluid on me. He thinks that someone was fucking with me and put chocolate syrup on me, so he gets his girlfriend to show her. She realizes that it isn't chocolate syrup and they both decide to wake me up and have me take a cold shower. I deliriously amke it into the shower and after a while they knock on the door. I do not answer, so Clay comes in to see me naked on the toilet. He tells me to come on out, so I stand up, put my wife beater on as shorts, and go back to my bed. During this time, other people on the floor have noticed my disposition and called the RA. She comes up and calls the RD on duty, who calls the Emerson Police, who calls the EMT's. Luckily, when the EMT's came, I was coherent and didn't have to go to the hospital. Everyone left my room and I passed out.

Friday, I skipped both of my classes (I wasn't even gonna try) and slept until like 2pm. I finally got up and thought of what I could do that night that would not involve booze. I was unsuccessful and made plans to go to another party in the North End. I didn't know anyone there except for the kid I went with (my old roommate Nick). They were all friends of his from class. Their place was fucking beautiful, and so were they. So ya, it was lots of Bud Light and drinking games, which was fine by me. I said I would take it slow since I had gotten fucked the night before, but I lied. I drank like a fish. But I felt great the whole night, never feeling sick. I knew I had a project to do the next day, so we left by 1pm and grabbed some calzones at Bova's on the way home (SO GOOD!).

Saturday was a long fucking day. I had a science project on the Boston Harbor that I had to film, so I met up with Nelson, Dyani, Meghan, and the camera crew at 9:30 in the am. We grabbed some Starbucks and headed off for the Harbor. Nelson and I dicked around and made fun of the skaters on the pier while Dyani and Meg did their stuff. OK, really funny story. Dyani's script decided to take a trip into the Harbor when the wind came along, so she had to bullshit the entire thing. Not funny enough? Well, while she was taping, a seagull shit ALL OVER her bag . . . no mercy. Funniest thing ever. Nelson and I referred to her as Shitbags the rest of the day. Anyway, we worked on the project for a little while longer and finished at around 2pm. We took the film crew out to eat at the Quincy Market for helping us out and then we went our separate ways. That night, Noteworthy had a gig at the All Asia Cafe in Cambridge. So we get there, and the manager tells us to buy a drink or leave, not understanding that we are PERFORMING. So she kicks us out. We wait in the freezing cold for a half an hour until the other group gets there and settles things with her. We go inside and drink a little, then perform. Afterwards, most of Noteworthy left, but I stayed with Van, Britt, Jess, Ryan, Lindsey, Lauren, and Keagan . . . is that how you spell it? Anyway, we drank quite a bit more and experienced more of the crazy manager's wrath when she headbutted us, hipchecked me, and called Van a "BIOTCH." That was my personal favorite. So ya, then we watched some other groups perform and decided to take off. Our next stop, the Shangri La. We get there and I have a small argument with the waiter, who didn't want to serve me. I decided to convince the manager to let me drink, and he did. Why? Because I am that special. So, I eat some food and drink a Volcano (so good). I went down to the bathroom to change out of my dress clothes, when this guy comes in and calls my Keanu Reeves. I laugh and try to ignore his drunk ass and then I hear him call some other guy Jack Nicholson. Weird mother fucker. We then leave and go to a dance party at 62 Boylston. By dance party, I mean that there were a bunch of girls there who had just finished their dance show, and they were all drunk. Everyone decided to leave except Jess, who chilled with her dance buddies. I must say, it was quite a good time. I drank the rest of the wine they had and danced around a while. After a while, I decided to take off with Jess and Cait, a fellow Noteworthian. On the way home, we passed through all of the drunks from the clubs and bars, and the Eurotrash from Pravda. Then, we approached a woman who I first thought was a stuffed dummy because she was not moving at all. I called 911 and we got her up and conscious. She didn't want the ambulance to take her and I felt bad, but it was probably the best thing. We walked the rest of the way home in sort of a down mood.

Sunday, Holy Day. Fuck that. Yeah, I am Catholic, but I don't have time for church. We had Noteworthy rehearsal at 10am and had to get ready for our 2pm College Bash. It was the fucking bomb. We sounded awesome, eveyone else sounded awesome, it was a good time. The rest of the day was kind of low-key, but we did have a trip to the Shangri-La planned for Noteworthy. We met at the LB at 10:30pm and headed over. Two Volcanoes will fuck you up! I had two all by myself. Damn I felt good. So we finish eating and drinking, and say our goodbyes. I walk home with Cait and John, and we all exchange life stories in the 15 minutes of walking we did. It was funny. I stop about a block from our building to take a leak and finish just in time to avoid the person walking up behind me. Who was the person? Only my RA. Wow, small world, huh? Anyway, I say hi and keep walking. Cait, John, and I decide to visit some old friends at 6 Arlington. We go there and chill a bit, and decide that we are all going to return to the Shang the next day.

Monday, there is class, but we are looking forward to Veteran's Day on Tuesday. I go to all of my dreadful classes and dream about more Volcanoes at the Shang all day. After my last class, I go into work at the Hard Rock Cafe and ask if I can leave early. They say that is cool and I am first cut. When I get out, I find that there is a change of plans. No Shang, but instead a Corona and Tequila party at Dayna and Ilana's. Fine by me. I meet up with Cait, John, Jeff Marcus, and Dayna and we get the stuff. Cait's uncle works for Corona and sent her a bunch of Corona attire, so we all dressed for the occasion. We went over to Dayna's and started the party. After the beers ceased to exist and more people showed up, we started in on the tequila. I played bartender and made everyone Tequila Sunrises (mmmmmmm). We start getting really drunk and then go outside to smoke a bit. I make my way back inside feeling very toasty. Everyone watches episodes of Family Guy for a few hours and drinks some more. Then, at 4am, I decided I should probably leave, since I have to work the next morning. Good call, Jeff.

Tuesday was OK, but did not involve any booze (I almost had a full week). I worked from 9am until 2pm and then raced over to the tennis courts on the Common for a giant dodgeball game . . . so kick ass! After the game, I took it easy for the day and did some work. Went over to Dayna's and chilled with her a little. Good times.

Today I had dreadful classes all day and was gonna go see The Roots at BC, but my friends fucked things up and I didn't have a ticket. Oh well, there's always next time. So then I chilled with Van and Britt most of the night and started up my LIVE JOURNAL!!! YAY!

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The week in a glance . . . a long glance