|this vacation's useless, these white pills aren't kind
||[Feb. 16th, 2009|02:11 pm]
|||||" There Is " Box Car Racer||]|
" i miss when you used to come over more ian. "
i get a message on myspace from furm bones telling me i better not miss hella ballzy's second going away/birthday party or else. so, despite the risk of ending up in jail, i headed over there at 6 pm, just as the sun went down.
apparently i interrupted a private valentine's day meeting between the bones and annie cause i arrived so early. putting the asshole in me on the back burner, i agreed to spend 20 minutes in the basement while they played patty cake. i cracked open the first beer and used b nelson's laptop.
they got done i guess, because bones was walking around the basement looking for me in the bathroom... i emerged from nelson's cave and got back up to the living room couch to drink beer and await the start of the party. i watched Big Trouble and polished off six beers..i had arrived too early.
domald brought me a pizza home from his work cause i was hungy. i devoured it leaving only three pieces left, i was starving from not eating all day. people arrived and i realized in some way or other i'd be fucked that night since i was already drunk. i sat back down letting my digestive system vainly attempt to digest the 7 dollar medium pizza.
the alcohol began to take effect and i forgot about my full stomach. as is almost customary now i began to get rowdy. i paraded around the house walking between the kitchen and living room while wielding two beers at once, standing on a chair or table here and there to raise my can to the ceiling. during all of the beginning of the carnage i got to witness hella ballzy's cousin give this guy i don't know a lap dance. apparently she is a stripper..excuse me, " dancer ". she did have some..wild moves. she was pretty hot but i didn't get into it really. her movements were comical and at first i thought she was just trying to amuse herself with this reverse cowboy handstand dry hump routine, so i started to laugh awkwardly. when i realized she was serious i walked back into the living room.
i grew frustrated because beer pong i felt was necessary. hella ballzy is a great player and a personal rival of mine in the game so i wanted to face him one more time. D was my partner first. i sucked badly and let her down considerably, but of course i blamed the loss on her. my next partner was Sabin, an ex band mate. we dominated. i defeated hella ballzy atleast once before he left and was satisfied. Sabin and me ran the table for the next 30 minutes, but eventually i was betrayed. Sabin's original partner is Hella Ballzy and i knew if i partnered with Sabin it would mess with Hella Ballzy's head. as i said, my plan worked..however, i went to either grab more beer or snort a line of caffiene when Hella Ballzy stole Sabin back.
the caffiene took hold of me and i no longer dwelled in a drunken stupor. i commented on the effects, much to Hella Ballzy's delight since everyone at his party was saying it wasn't worth shit. this is when richard miller's ex fling thing walked up to me.
" hi, my name is chelsea. "
" i'm ian. how ya doin? "
" i'm drunk. "
she wasn't bad looking really. she even reminded me in a way of an ex girlfriend, well actually in a lot of ways. you could tell there was an insanity there. throughout me jittering on caffiene somehow i ended up as her partner for what turned out to be the last beer pong game of the night.
Hella Ballzy/Sabin vs. P-Lane/I Factor
" hey..i actually kinda suck at this game.. "
" ..what? why the fuck did you stand on my side of the table.. "
" - drunken giggling - "
" -_- "
" I'M JUST BEING HONEST WITH YOU! "
" we will win. "
the game started. she did suck pretty bad. they made cups left and right, it seemed they couldn't miss.
" ..i'm sorry, i said i sucked. "
" we will win. "
P-Lane shot and it didn't even touch the table. i aligned myself with the cups, did my pre-throw ritual movements with my arms, and then released the pong with confidence. it hit the back rim of the plastic cup, sunk into the beer and popped back out onto the table from the impact. i tore my white sox hat off and chucked it into the front of the fridge.
" FUCKING BULLSHIT! "
" ..we will win. " she said.
we didn't win. we lost by one cup. i quickly forgot and walked back out to the living room to fuck with the people that were passing out already.
the chaotic drunkeness continued. i began talking to bigsby and P-Lane. i brought up about how P-Lane had once been close to richard miller, which was humerous since he's a close friend of mine. this embarrassed her cause everyone knows rich there, and so she began to get defensive. i found this amusing until she attacked me. she smacked me with her fists on the back of my neck and from the force of impact i knew she'd not been serious. this happened about 5 times and each time ended up with her breathing heavily on the ground. she was more drunk than me.
i will admit a few shots landed solidly. enough for her to know she'd landed flush. after one such blow she felt guilty. in a form of truce we hugged. she insisted on looking into my eyes as she apologized to me while pressing her body against mine. i thought about it watching her.
" it's okay. "
i let her go and walked to the kitchen table to drink alone. bones and annie walked out of their room for the first time in hours and sat down near me. i just smiled and shook my head at them and bones simply nodded back while annie laughed, the last embers of the party carrying on in the front room attempting to ignite us all again.
the rest of the night carried on like many others. i remained awake drinking but glad that bones and annie were there so late. chelsea ended up entering and exiting hella ballzy's room repeatedly as he insisted she stay with him. throughout all of this she got so drunk that she barely could walk. on multiple occassions about five guys or so would rush to help her at once. shook my head and laughed. sipped the beer.
with daylight breaking i gathered my things. no goodbyes, just a half smile to any who noticed. i walked back out the door into the cold morning.
i checked my wiper blades and found no 50 dollar parking tickets. opened the door, got in, started her up. lingering ice on the windshield fucked with my easy drive home. but i turned on the defroster and eased forward heading back towards my house for a countless time as sunlight broke over the horizon.
i rolled to a stop. turned the key, removed from the ignition. closed the car door behind me, checked to make sure the lights were off. walked up the driveway, opened the door, took off shoes. walked to my room. checked myspace. no messages. no comments. checked phone. layed and thought about work tuesday.
back to normal life.
and i'm glad.