NO UNDERWEAR, OPEN DOORS AND CLUBBING
IT WAS ATL SHORTEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Friday, September 1, 2006, 4:30pm, I walked out of work (even though I am supposed to get off at 5:30pm) and headed home to pick up my bags for my trip. I made it to the airport early and to my surprise, ‘A’ was there also, and our trip to Atlanta was starting off great. We sat in the airport talking and grabbed something to eat while we waited for our flight. I didn’t feel the excitement until the plane was in the air. The trip had begun.
After spending over an hour waiting for our rent a car, we made our way to the hotel. With my handy sidekick II, we made it to the hotel with no problem. Once at the hotel there was no room to fool around, we had to shower and get dressed, we were already late for the first night of clubbing. By 2am we were stationed in front of a shack. This hood ass club looked like a juke joint in the south during the 40s. The only thing worse than the appearance of the club was the air conditioning or lack there of. Walking into that club was what I imagine walking into an oven would feel. It was humid inside the club and apparently Atlanta has no law against smoking weed in clubs because I swear I was high by the time I walked the length of the first bar. We reached ‘A’s’ friends and I felt uncomfortable. These were his ex’s friends and I was pretty sure I was the least liked person in that room. I tried to remain unbothered by the situation but it was hard. His ex’s best friend’s boyfriend, Marcus, was cool and was the first to speak to me. That was all I needed. I began to roam around the club and really find myself. I opened up and let go. By the time ‘A’s’ ex and his friends were ready to leave I was relaxed and felt comfortable around them. ‘A’ and I stayed until we were kicked out of the club.
The next day was definitely an experience. Now, excuse me while I vent. The state of Georgia seems to have a fucking problem with underwear. We went to two shit holes they called malls and several other stories looking for a decent pair of underwear and couldn’t find anything. Do the whores in Atlanta wear underwear?
We gave up on our search because we had to take another shower and head over to Marcus and Rodger’s (Rodger is ‘A’s’ ex’s best friend) house for the party. Your boy was looking hot! I had on a light blue Express polo, white linen pants and white canvas shoes. Once at the party shit went wrong. I talked with Marcus about the state of underwear in Atlanta. I was not really surprised when he told me he ordered his underwear online. Now I was really convinced that underwear was not allowed to be sold in Atlanta. We were offered drinks and of course we accepted. I really didn’t like my drink but I hate wasting alcohol so I downed the drink. When I went back for another drink the problem of the night began. Another friend, whose name escapes me, tried to play me and my ability to drink. Now I’m not an alcoholic but I never back down from a challenge. He thought he was going to be able to drink me under the table, we would test that. He bought out two double shot glasses and filled them to the top. I took mine back like a champ and watched him drink his drink. I had ordered another drink before the challenge and I reminded him that I still wanted my vodka with a splash of lemonade. I socialized with the other people who joined the party before having 2 more double shots. The next thing I remembered was asking ‘A’ to pull over. After that I remember waking up with scares and my linen pants were destroyed.
In the morning ‘A’ filled in the blanks for me. Apparently, I dropped my pants at the party and let everyone feel on my white H&M underwear, danced on the refrigerator and this was the minor thing. Everyone decided to go to the club after the party so it was still party time (I don’t remember any of this). Everyone got into their cars and headed out, ‘A’ and I were in the back of the parade of cars. We were headed to the highway when I had to throw up, I tapped ‘A’ and asked him to pull over. He told me no and to just throw up out of the window. Bad move. Drunk and still stubborn out of my mind, I opened the door to throw up. The problem was ‘A’ was still driving. He said he made a left turn and when he turned to look at me I was holding on with one arm to the car door while the rest of my body dragged outside. By the time ‘A’ stopped the car and got around to the passenger side of the car, I was back in my seat and unbothered by what had happened. To no surprise of my own, I got upset with everyone when they came over to see how I was doing and find out what had happened. I was ok and ready to go to the club. We got to the club and before we could get out of the car, I informed ‘A’ I needed to go back to the hotel.
Now I felt horrible in the morning when I heard the end of that story. I knew ‘A’ really wanted to go out Saturday night and I messed that up. He took care of me despite the fact I ruined his night. I wanted to find a way to repay him. Later that night I did a little something, we went out clubbing. I say that was a little something because I honestly didn’t want to go out. My body needed to rest and I wanted to spend time in the pool. We partied all night and ‘A’ definitely looked like he enjoyed himself, which made me feel a little better. I made jokes about what happened on Saturday but it bothered me that my drinking had ruined ‘A’s’ perfect trip. That still bothers me. That was the last time I had a drink, I had a water Sunday when we went to the club.
Monday, before we left Georgia we spent a couple of hours with my family that is down there. We did my family’s favorite past time, we went bowling. Now my family (father’s side) is filled with a bunch of outgoing, funny, hyper competitive individuals so we had a great time. This was the first time ‘A’ seemed like himself around my family (even though this was the first time he was around this part of my family). My aunt and uncle tried to make him feel at home and also gave him some bowling tips. We left Georgia feeling like we had fun but wished we had more time.
Overall, ATL was an experience I won’t forget and it was a blast, but I still owe ‘A.’
Friday, September 1, 2006, 4:30pm, I walked out of work (even though I am supposed to get off at 5:30pm) and headed home to pick up my bags for my trip. I made it to the airport early and to my surprise, ‘A’ was there also, and our trip to Atlanta was starting off great. We sat in the airport talking and grabbed something to eat while we waited for our flight. I didn’t feel the excitement until the plane was in the air. The trip had begun.
After spending over an hour waiting for our rent a car, we made our way to the hotel. With my handy sidekick II, we made it to the hotel with no problem. Once at the hotel there was no room to fool around, we had to shower and get dressed, we were already late for the first night of clubbing. By 2am we were stationed in front of a shack. This hood ass club looked like a juke joint in the south during the 40s. The only thing worse than the appearance of the club was the air conditioning or lack there of. Walking into that club was what I imagine walking into an oven would feel. It was humid inside the club and apparently Atlanta has no law against smoking weed in clubs because I swear I was high by the time I walked the length of the first bar. We reached ‘A’s’ friends and I felt uncomfortable. These were his ex’s friends and I was pretty sure I was the least liked person in that room. I tried to remain unbothered by the situation but it was hard. His ex’s best friend’s boyfriend, Marcus, was cool and was the first to speak to me. That was all I needed. I began to roam around the club and really find myself. I opened up and let go. By the time ‘A’s’ ex and his friends were ready to leave I was relaxed and felt comfortable around them. ‘A’ and I stayed until we were kicked out of the club.
The next day was definitely an experience. Now, excuse me while I vent. The state of Georgia seems to have a fucking problem with underwear. We went to two shit holes they called malls and several other stories looking for a decent pair of underwear and couldn’t find anything. Do the whores in Atlanta wear underwear?
We gave up on our search because we had to take another shower and head over to Marcus and Rodger’s (Rodger is ‘A’s’ ex’s best friend) house for the party. Your boy was looking hot! I had on a light blue Express polo, white linen pants and white canvas shoes. Once at the party shit went wrong. I talked with Marcus about the state of underwear in Atlanta. I was not really surprised when he told me he ordered his underwear online. Now I was really convinced that underwear was not allowed to be sold in Atlanta. We were offered drinks and of course we accepted. I really didn’t like my drink but I hate wasting alcohol so I downed the drink. When I went back for another drink the problem of the night began. Another friend, whose name escapes me, tried to play me and my ability to drink. Now I’m not an alcoholic but I never back down from a challenge. He thought he was going to be able to drink me under the table, we would test that. He bought out two double shot glasses and filled them to the top. I took mine back like a champ and watched him drink his drink. I had ordered another drink before the challenge and I reminded him that I still wanted my vodka with a splash of lemonade. I socialized with the other people who joined the party before having 2 more double shots. The next thing I remembered was asking ‘A’ to pull over. After that I remember waking up with scares and my linen pants were destroyed.
In the morning ‘A’ filled in the blanks for me. Apparently, I dropped my pants at the party and let everyone feel on my white H&M underwear, danced on the refrigerator and this was the minor thing. Everyone decided to go to the club after the party so it was still party time (I don’t remember any of this). Everyone got into their cars and headed out, ‘A’ and I were in the back of the parade of cars. We were headed to the highway when I had to throw up, I tapped ‘A’ and asked him to pull over. He told me no and to just throw up out of the window. Bad move. Drunk and still stubborn out of my mind, I opened the door to throw up. The problem was ‘A’ was still driving. He said he made a left turn and when he turned to look at me I was holding on with one arm to the car door while the rest of my body dragged outside. By the time ‘A’ stopped the car and got around to the passenger side of the car, I was back in my seat and unbothered by what had happened. To no surprise of my own, I got upset with everyone when they came over to see how I was doing and find out what had happened. I was ok and ready to go to the club. We got to the club and before we could get out of the car, I informed ‘A’ I needed to go back to the hotel.
Now I felt horrible in the morning when I heard the end of that story. I knew ‘A’ really wanted to go out Saturday night and I messed that up. He took care of me despite the fact I ruined his night. I wanted to find a way to repay him. Later that night I did a little something, we went out clubbing. I say that was a little something because I honestly didn’t want to go out. My body needed to rest and I wanted to spend time in the pool. We partied all night and ‘A’ definitely looked like he enjoyed himself, which made me feel a little better. I made jokes about what happened on Saturday but it bothered me that my drinking had ruined ‘A’s’ perfect trip. That still bothers me. That was the last time I had a drink, I had a water Sunday when we went to the club.
Monday, before we left Georgia we spent a couple of hours with my family that is down there. We did my family’s favorite past time, we went bowling. Now my family (father’s side) is filled with a bunch of outgoing, funny, hyper competitive individuals so we had a great time. This was the first time ‘A’ seemed like himself around my family (even though this was the first time he was around this part of my family). My aunt and uncle tried to make him feel at home and also gave him some bowling tips. We left Georgia feeling like we had fun but wished we had more time.
Overall, ATL was an experience I won’t forget and it was a blast, but I still owe ‘A.’
posted by Jay at
7:07 PM
1 Comments:
It all makes sense now... You said you had enough drinking the night before I told Shawn and we looked at each other and laughed! You aint let me know anything! WTF! We supposed to be boys... sniff sniff but its cool!
What might you do to make it up to 'A'?
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