The weekend began with a fabulous dinner with Donna at OSushi, a trendy sushi restaurant in Copley. After Godzilla maki's and Sapporro, we chilled at my new apartment listening to get this, Tonic. Haha, oh, highschool. She ended up dropping me off at Machine where I met up with my other friends for an okay night of dancing and drinking. Random old college friends appeared seeming interested and after a cab ride home I found $60.00 on the street. Woo!
I didn't leave my apartment until 6:45pm on Saturday. Not Once. Even though it was a fantastic day out (or so I heard), I felt no interest in going outside to do anything. My apartment was chill enough. Plus, I had big plans for the night. I met up wtih Mike and Greg for Star Wars Episode IV before meeting up with Matt and Danielle in some crack den like apartment where boys were playing cards. After that "lovely" experience, we all moved on to some college party where the hosts (two straight girls with busted friends) were charging cash for a cup, which was used to then get beer or a drink. I'm sorry but if that is how the party starts, it is going to only go downhill. I refused to pay $5.00 for a cup along with everyone else in the group so we ended up bumming around the party until we were on the roof noticing that the street was swarming with drunken college kids and busted drunken adults leaving the Red Sox game. As the four of us are hanging over the ledge making fun of people, we notice that two cops are crossing the street since they noticed the trashy whorish girl with her "older" sugar or alcohol daddies bringing a keg into the building. At that point, I said, they are coming in here. And as it turns out, they (the hopeful keg carriers and the cops) were coming into the building. The cops were coming to breakup the party downstairs (yes, another crack den house) which meant that the party I was at was now freaking out thinking they were going to be busted. Granted I only graduated a little over a year ago but the idea that I am now standing in a busted party with two slut girls charging for a cup for their shit alcohol (like not even Absolut) in their disgusting apartment with no one to talk to quickly hit me. Not to mention there weren't any hot straight college boys to drool over It all looked like they hit the college boy at 23 look. (Otherwise known as fat). To say the least, we high tailed it quickly, noticing that the sugar daddy girl was throwing a fit on the street into her cell phone. Like, she was just ditched on the night of her high school prom. To say the least we laughed hysterically at it all, congratulated the two cops who were now onto the next partying house down the street, and ended up in Club Cafe. Where, haha, it wasn't much better. Since we were now sober and feeling like losers, we "tried" to make the the best of it. The best thing that happened was a boy who looked like he was 16 (though he needed to be 21 to enter) and a Bel Ami model before he started dancing on the front stage (no one does that, its a bar not a club), and climbed into the obnoxious DJ booth like some little power twink bottom. Needless to say, we left.
The Night part 2 now begins. After some enhancing of our outfits and ourself, we headed off to a private after hours club where I knew the fabulous and hot as hell DJ spining. www.djjoeg.com We ended up getting their early and ended up thinking it was going to be an empty night since it started off slow. By 3am, it was jam packed with hot guys (a hott as hell late 20ish, cowboy hat and jockstrap in his jeans, wearing studboy) all shirtless and dancing to the tripping music. It turned into a great time, the best actually, of ever going. After more dancing where I don't even remember if I took off my shirt and some chilling out downstairs with some other friends we met up with, we noticed that it rolled around to 5am. We decided to head to an afterhours party (after I said goodbye to Joe which is another story in itself, you need to talk to me personally for it) in Southie with some people. It turns out that even though we had no idea what this after after hours thing was about, it was kinda fun. The idea of walking into a house full of guys all wearing nothing but pajama bottoms was a little disconcerting since I was there with my best friend. But it turned out not to be what I thought it was going to be. (If your confused, try the word orgy). We hung out for awhile meeting some more people, some hot, some not. Trying to figure out why there would be freshly made donuts lieing around. Trying to figure out why a kids name we thought we knew isn't his name at all, especially when you call it to him infront of his "other new friends." Weird yet amusing. Before heading home and chilling with SATCity and gatorade.
15 hours of sleep later I went to work this morning where here I am.
Sounds quite eventful.. haha.. so Boston's party life doesn't sound so bad. =)
Posted by: ABoy&HisToy aka Jason | September 28, 2004 at 01:32 PM