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How to Have Fun At A Plaza Party by Dale Crossley
A modly goldy from 2001. Posted the day after iiMix by ][nkster on LoungeX.com. This is what happens when Pretentious Elitists get VIP to the Plaza of Nations.
Okay, Saturday night seems like a lifetime ago, and I've probably forgotten a lot of people who made my night special, so don't be upset if I forgot you! Here goes... Shouts too... The short mouthbreather that yelled "get out of my fucking way you mother fuckers" as he pummeled his way through the line, as he talked mindlessly on his cell phone. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have had a chance to explain my Short Man Syndrome theory to those in the lineup around me! The guy who threw the beer bottle that landed and exploded a few feet from where I was standing! Keepin' it real! The nammers (and I mean that in the nicest sense of the word!) that budged in front of us in the VIP ticket line. If it weren't for you guys talking incessantly in your extremely loud and annoying voices, I wouldn't have had any reason to make any sarcastic comments about the "vibe" at the party! Thanks guys! (On a side note, it was incredibly tragic to see that your purchased Very Important status was not to be so, after the girl working the booth informed you that your tickets were fakes. Oh well... I hope you kids found a carpeted floor somewhere that you could lay on while you did your drugs!) The CEO of www.ClubVibes.com who budged in front of about 20 people, blatantly. When I called you on your horrendous arrogance, you retorted with an extremely intelligent threat to "get a fist to my face." Thanks man! I never liked your site before, but I never really had a good reason not too. Call it a hunch, I guess. But now... now I have a good reason to bad mouth your site to everyone I know! Thanks! (On a side note, just because I've had poodles that were taller than you, doesn't mean you should have to have to be a prick.) Shouts to the guy working security in the Foyer, who essentially told Neena and I to stop having fun! Dude, if it weren't for you, I wouldn't have had the chance to make a scene and challenge the police state imposed on everyone at that party! Thanks man! Now maybe because of that incident, people will think twice about mindlessly complying to unmitigated commands. Shouts to Exert for employing excessive use of irony. The kick in the pants that styrofoam cups and warm, curdling, sandwiches that people paid 100 bucks for in the VIP lounge was just too funny! Dudes, that made my night! More shouts to Genesis! This time it's to the guy who wouldn't let me stand near the window and have fun, yet again. Apparently I'm not allowed to press my man-breasts against the window, giving those outside a much needed laugh. Shouts to Jordan from Sweet, who I saw many times near the tables, and yet managed to not bump into them. Wow man... it was getting close there a few times. I'm glad you managed to save the night by resisting the attraction that your ass has to the toner arms! Shouts to all the people who were wearing visors! Because we all know that's what real ravers wear! Again, more shouts to Genesis! To the guy that told use to put down the sign, werd up, y0! Again, you created yet another oppurtunity for me to create a scene and question your authority. Thanks! I love calling people on their demands. And hahahaha. When you threw away the sign and almost took out the eyes of three people when it went horridly off course, hahaha! man... that was funny! Thanks for the laugh! Shouts to the guys that got into the fight out front in the wee hours o' the morning. If it weren't for the distraction that you guys created, I would have never been able to sneak back in after I got locked out! Could there be more shouts to Genesis? Yes! I'd like to thank them for falling for everyone of my tricks, and allowing me to get into every nook and cranny that the plaza has to offer. It really makes me feel good knowing that in a building full of questionable types (gangsters, dealers, or just plain idiots) that anyone of them could have snuck a weapon if they knew how. Hell, thanks for letting Dave in with that Exacto-knife. If it weren't for that blatant oversight, we'd never have been able to cut the "No" out of the "No Smoking" sign! And, finally, serious props to the cops that escorted Mike and I out of the building for being up on the roof. Seriously. You guys ruled! I wish more people in positions of authority, contrived (*cough*genesis*cough) or otherwise, could treat me as humanly as you guys did... I had a great time! Thanks to all of you that made it an adventure! ][nkster (PS. Non sarcastic, super-serious thanks to the guys at Dreamone for taking pity on my ghetto costume at Spacebaby and giving me the tickets. You guys rule. I'll see you on Thursday ) Dale, post here so that people can give your ass Karma and proper props |
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