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Old Mar 23, 03
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What a fucking writeoff...

*note: this bitchfest may be circulated quite a bit on a few message boards. It's just such a hurtin' story it deserves to be read by many. You may even get a good laugh out of the stupidity of our level of dwobness (I know Hung, J, and I sure did :soak: )*

I wanted this birthday weekend to be something special, something memorable... A celebration of one of the most dynamic years of my life. All I got was the memorable, and most of it wasn't good in the slightest.

Oh, there were a few highlights:
Sharing a REAL pitcher of brew at the Lion's Club (4 Litres!! damn!!)
Having some good eats at Frankie's Pub.
Hearing some decent tunes at a few places (even if they were relatively small)
Seeing some old buds

But, for the most part, everything was on a level of dwobness I've never seen before.

Remember in The Jungle Book where the group of vultures were just sitting around asking, "What do you wanna do?" "I dunno. What do you wanna do?" "I dunno. So, what do you wanna do?" Something along those lines went down.

Oh, I knew what I wanted to do. For the most part, I was into going to Insomnia. However, I'm making far more coin at this point than most of my compadres so I'd be the only one able to afford it. Although I've done the solo efforts in the past when it came to parties, when its one's birthday, you kind of like to spend it with your pals you've known for a number of years.

So, after plenty of "What do you wanna do?" "I dunno. What do you wanna do?", we settle on going to Inphinty instead after they have a chance at spinning a little on their own at the open decks at Azna.

Azna, tho', was cute. I enjoy it for a little lounging but it's not the kind of place I'd want to spend a party night at. Turns out me compatriots couldn't even get a chance at the decks until 1:30 so we decide to leave after a pitcher (one of those baby ones) and head it out to Inphinity.

We get there but, the very moment we see the size of it, we change our minds, seeing as how it looked to be at the same level as Azna. But I'm not bashing those who put it on because I'm sure it was decent enough. As I mentioned, I was more in the mood for going all out and my friends didn't seem too interested in it anyways.

'Tis 1:30 at this point and going to a night club at this time is all but pointless (and, given the indesisive nature everyone seemed to be in, we'd probably never all agree on something anyways). Finally, I say, "Fuck it! We're going to Insomnia. I'll pay for all your asses if I need to but we're going there." That settled, we head over to Riverside.

We get there and it looks good. Plenty of cars, blasting tunes. I just may yet get a good night out of this excursion. I ask how much it is to get in and I'm told $75.

WHAT.THE.FUCK!!!??? $75!!!?? EACH!!!!??? No way. No FUCKING way! I may be making good coin these days but I can't afford THAT much for us all. Even just for myself, there's no way I'd pay $75! That is utterly ridiculous! $50, perhaps, but NOT $75.

That... was it. Night was a total write-off. Guys are getting tired now from drinking and being up later than used to (I'm still wide awake thanks to my completely reversed sleeping pattern). They're ready to hit the hay and ask if I would like to crash. I say nay, as I'm sure the other roommates at the place aren't too pleased at my inability to hold my alcohol the previous night (although I cleaned up right afterwards, it's still tight). I'll just take a cab home from there (a $35 dollar fare but easily affordable, 'specially considering how I probably spent a mere fraction of what I budgeted myself for the weekend). But the night of dwobness doesn't end here, oh no!

We get to their place and end up locked outside! What!? The keys to the house are inside a record bag which are inside the trunk of a car whose lock is suddenly BROKEN!! Oh...GOD! No one knows the cab number off by heart to call on their cells so we have to wait... and wait... and wait.... in the rain.... and wait......

Fuck. Should have just stayed at Frankie's and played 80's music bingo...
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Old Mar 23, 03
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