| dewy decimal |
2003-01-17 - 19:18:25 �
ok so erick and tim are going to the big island for the weekend, which totally sucks. last night they got me to go back to hulas etcetera. same scene: me, drinking straight out of my pitcher. finishing pitcher. purchase new pitcher and finish with piss breaks carefully rushed in between. melow evening with suprise return of jaron who dropped out of art school and is now back in the more purposeful lifestyle of hawaii's gay bar hopping scene. chatted with everet and kaleo about miscillaneous occurences in the bar. definitely agreeing that the most interesting one being the little asian boy in sueded crew sweater climbing all over older white man like a jungle gym. i seriously cannot think of a better comparison. This boy had legs straddled around the man's torso, two arms over the man's right shoulder, lips locked while they attempted to balance their thinly veiled porno demo on a trembling barstool. i mean helloo we're in a fucking hotel already you lazy bitches.
a little drunk we proceeded to angles where i compilled my drunkness again with two more beers. angles, as usual, left no opportunity for seating. so we headed over to fusions, where upon erick bought me 2 fuckyouup redbull and vodkas. the club started filling in with optimistim and lycra. as the night progressed, i became increasingly drunk where upon i made a damn fool of myself yet again. some of the things that i regretfully blurted out in my shitfaced speeches:
"don't tell me sumimasen muthafucka. why don't you just say it... you think all asian people look the same and are inevitably not american, you racist muthafucka."
"my iq is like something just below genius...just trying to be honest. you know?"
"hey i know you! remember me? no? me and my friend david snorted an eightball on your coffee table. no? dustin? farmiliar? well alrighty there."
I was ranting and raving all night long about the plights of ethnic people to my table of entirely caucasian men. when i finally found twan and wanted desperately gain some affirmation that ethnic, gay life is unfair and indeed he too wanted to slit his writsts sometimes. but i should've known better. twan only gave me a look that was something like "yeah whatever," and "fucking crazy bitch." at that moment i suddenly stumbled upon some mental clarity and decided that tonight would not go badly as most do. and that i was glad to be here with my friends. so 2 pitchers, 2 beers, and 2 fusions redbull/vodkas later i left ol fusions with my boys and i ever so solemnly swore that i would never, ever, ever, ever go back there again. i ain't playin this time. come see.