*Fujative*
Active member
I moved to LA in October. Since then I really haven't had time to "party." All I do is work, but I love it. Recently I got a full time job at Technicolor. Now that I have 3-4 days off a week I now have time to go out. Before 2 nights ago, I never had more then 2 beers at a bar in LA because I hardly went out. I was talking to my old manger and he told me to write this story down so I remember it later it life.I haven't proof read it so please mind any errors.
Enjoy.
StartFragment
January 19, 2012
Started in our apartment at about
7p. I started off with a Newcastle deuce, and Tim had a Miller Light tall boy.
Those beers went by pretty quick, as we were getting ready to go out. I grabbed
another Miller Light tall boy before we hit the road. Downed it pretty
quickly. We left are apartment at around
7:20p.
We arrived to Shannon’s apartment
at about 8p. Found a tiny spot to park my Fiesta; I barely could fit. Straight out of a comedy movie, I went
forward and reverse slowly moving into my spot. After 2 phone calls and a text,
no answer from Shannon. While Tim and I were waiting, the alcohol started to
kick in – bathroom. Now. Tried calling again however no answer. Hopefully she
isn’t going to stand us up. We find a tiny alleyway and play watch guard as we
take turns to unload behind a wall. Finally my phone starts to ring and sure
enough it Shannon.
Turns out she was blow-drying her
hair, and that’s why she didn’t answer the phone. She meets us at the front gate with your
adorable little wiener dog, Chloe. She takes us up to her apartment, and the
place was like a 5 star hotel, incredible. While we are in the elevator,
Shannon warns us that she doesn’t have a couch or anything because her rent is
too high. Brings us into her place and
it was amazing. We talk about a bunch of stuff for around 30 minutes while
drinking beer and Shannon finishes getting ready. There goes 2 more beers, 4
total.
Just before we leave, Shannon yells
“shots!” so both of us do 2 shots of some kind of Vodka and head out. Now I’m
feeling it. I hand the keys over to Tim and he takes us to the bar. Now, mind
you that this is the first time I have drank more then 2 beers since I was in
Los Angeles in October. The last time I was drunk was my going away party –
which I won’t even get into. As we pull up next to the bar right in the center
of downtown, the alcohol starts to hit. Woof, its going to be a long night.
Walk into the bar and it was pretty
chill. No loud music, no dancing just a small little social bar. Shannon then
tells me that she doesn’t have any money until here paycheck tomorrow; good
timing. Well since I am working at Technicolor getting a steady paycheck, I’ll
get the first round. So I buy us each a beer. Of course, Shannon said “Shots!”
So I go ahead and order 2 tequila shots. Turns out that one shot was the drink
that broke the Evan’s sober level. Shannon didn’t want a tequila shot… so she
yells at the bartender to just make her a girly one. Bottoms up.
I really don’t remember leaving that
bar, however I do remember Tim saying that we were going to another bar to meet
his friend Andi and Will. (blackout) Oh, I’m now at the second bar. Hello, Andi
and Will. I remember going to the bar with Tim and Shannon, once again ordering
us each a beer, and a shot for Shannon and I. Splendid. That’s all I really
remember of that bar. Fun times.
Next thing I remember is sitting on
the curb with Shannon, as my car is pulled over, along with 2 cops behind us.
Fuck. Then I woke up in bed next to Shannon, with a grilled cheese on my chest.
What the fuck happened.
So, lets start with waking up at
8a. First off, it turns out nothing happened between Shannon and I, cool. Tim
is in jail because he got a DUI. Damn it. So together we start to piece the
night together. Wait. There is a grilled cheese on my chest. Turns of Shannon
cooked it for me last night, burnt her hand on the oven, gave it to me to eat,
and I rejected it. So I feel asleep with it on me. However I did eat it when I
woke up. Alright, back to the main problem – Tim is in jail and my car is
impounded. I call random LA jail, and I go on a run around for 30 minutes
finding the jail he is in. They give us his booking number and say to call back
in 2 hours to see if he can he picked up. I then find out the pound that my car
is in. However the cops tell me that there could be a 30 day hold on it. WTF. I
call the pound, and since I am the owner, it was ok to pick it up. I get out of
bed, and woah. Terrible hangover. Nope, still drunk. Awesome. I ask Shannon if
I puked and she told me I did in her bathroom. No mess. I look at my phone,
first thing I do is check my bank account. $28.00, $31.00 and $38.07. Damn it.
I must have bought drinks all night long. I look at my text messages. To an
unknown person, I typed “Fuck……….” “Ahhhh…….” “4 shots 7 beers” “6 shotgts
9?bedts o” “Drip city” “Drop city” “Imy friend again assets” “wtf” “Dude my dd
for atrestedo” What the hell is drip or drop city? I have no idea.
She gives me a glass out water and
says that before we get my car, we need coffee and food. I agree. We head off to a local Starbucks and my head
is killing me. The sun is super bright and I feel really nauseous. Make it to
Starbucks and as we are walking out of the car, I tell Shannon that I feel like
I’m going to puke. We hurry inside and Sharron goes and asked for the bathroom
key. I tell her to order me food and I want a Java Chip Frap. Oh know, I feel
it. I steadily walk to the bathroom enter the code, green light to get in, no.
Locked. Someone is inside. Ok, Evan just calm down. Nope. Up comes the vomit,
and I hold my mouth closed. Swallow. Gross. Ok, I need to get in the bathroom.
Round two, up comes more vomit, mouth closed. A little leaked out. Swallow.
Jesus this is gross. I really need to get in the bathroom. I try the code
again, green light turns on, but the door is still locked. Round three
commencing. Up comes the vomit, much more then the past two times, mouth
closed, fail. It squirted through my nose all over the wall. Luckily I was
hiding and no one saw me. I wipe off my nose and head outside. Find a nice
little hidden corner and let it all rip. I used the front facing camera on my
iphone to make sure I looked okay. Walked back into Starbucks, looked at
Shannon and just smiled. Received my drink and food, took a bit, nope. No mood
to eat. I try to force it down, and the nauseous feeling kicked back in. I’m
done. We leave and head to the pound. In the car I told Shannon and she just
laughed her ass off about what happened.
We make it to the pound, and walk
inside. Starting to go in the process of getting my car back and I need to registration.
Well that is in the car I told the clerk. So she tells me to head out to the
gate and wait. Someone will be there in a minute. I go out, and wait. The gate
opens and an old dude is waiting. He tells me that I need to walk in front of
him and I can only grab of my registration, nothing else. I open my car door,
and everything was trashed inside. LAPD searched the shit out of my car, and of
course they didn’t find anything. I’m not a druggie. I open my glove box, grab
my registration, and head back. The clerk then tells me the cops never turned
it a key for the car. What the hell. [Lightbulb turns on in my head] Oh yeah, I
remember sitting on the curb asking the cop if I could search my car for my car
key because they could find it. LAPD was too pissed that I had a push start,
and they had no idea what that was. I also remember asking the cops if I could
get my breathalyzer because I wanted to see how high I could blow. They laughed
at me and said no. I ask the clerk to search my car for the key; it has to be
in there. She says ok and I go through the same process. Open the frond
passenger door and start searching. No luck. Open the rear left door and it was
stuck. I force it open and my crossover pops out of my door hanging from the
speaker wire. [Lightblub] I remember when we got pulled over the cop tried to
get Tim out of the front seat. No go. All of my crossovers in each of the 4
doors is jacked up since they are so big. I brought my car into a Best Buy out
here and he fixed the rear left one. However now the driver and rear right
doors don’t open. I had to get out of the passenger door, and Tim had to crawl
across to get out. When the cop opened the door for Shannon, she ripped the
door open and the cross over popped out. The LAPD was too pissed. They thought
it was shady that these “boxes” were falling from my car, and etc. I told them
what happened and they just kept saying this is shady. In my backseat I found a
cheese grader and 2 drink mixers. [Lightblub] I remember Shannon daring me to
steal those items from the bar. I was drunk so of course I did.
I search the backseat, everything
is thrashed, and low and behold, I find my car key in the backseat. Dumb cops.
I head back up front, pay the money and get my car out. I meet Shannon back at
her apartment. We kept calling every hour to the police station however no go.
They kept saying call back in a hour. No clue what is going on. Shannon wanted
to go shopping. We headed out and ran around town for a bit. Got back to her
apartment and ordered a pizza. At this time I was feeling better but still
sick. It was nice to have food in my belly though. One of Shannon’s friends
came over to work on a project for school and they needed some supplies, so
they ran out to the store and I stayed and took a nap. At around 4p I get a
call from Tim. We was out. I went right away to pick him up. He was just siting
outside waiting. Got him in my car and heading back to our apartment. He told
me how he was in a cell with a bunch of other people. Had a metal bed and a
blanket and just slept for most of the 15 hours he was in there. Then we
started to talk about the night. According to him, at the second bar I had my
head down on the bar. The bartender told Tim and she was going to kick me out
for sleeping. Tim told me to wake up. I told Tim that I was waiting for my tab.
Tim told the bartender that I was waiting for my tab. The bartender told Tim
that I already paid and was good to go. Ha. Then Tim told me to get to the car,
that him and Shannon would be there in a minute. They go to the car and I’m not
there. WTF. Tim started to look around, and picks his head up. All of a sudden
sees me running, full speed down the street across from us. What the hell was I
doing. Tim yelled at me and I got over to the car. Turns out that the cops
called a cop for Shannon and I to get back to her apartment.
Pretty epic night for my “first”
time going out in LA, and having more then 2 beers. Last night I ended up going
to the bar with a bunch of my friends from work at Technicolor. My supervisor
was there, along with the top end boss. My supervisor tried to buy me a beer. I
laughed and said no, not tonight and told him my story. I never heard a group of
people laugh so hard before. Turns out that my supervisor kept me was a full
time employee, and no longer a 8 week temp. What an awesome 24 hours I had.
Spark Note: Just read it.
EndFragment
Enjoy.
StartFragment
January 19, 2012
Started in our apartment at about
7p. I started off with a Newcastle deuce, and Tim had a Miller Light tall boy.
Those beers went by pretty quick, as we were getting ready to go out. I grabbed
another Miller Light tall boy before we hit the road. Downed it pretty
quickly. We left are apartment at around
7:20p.
We arrived to Shannon’s apartment
at about 8p. Found a tiny spot to park my Fiesta; I barely could fit. Straight out of a comedy movie, I went
forward and reverse slowly moving into my spot. After 2 phone calls and a text,
no answer from Shannon. While Tim and I were waiting, the alcohol started to
kick in – bathroom. Now. Tried calling again however no answer. Hopefully she
isn’t going to stand us up. We find a tiny alleyway and play watch guard as we
take turns to unload behind a wall. Finally my phone starts to ring and sure
enough it Shannon.
Turns out she was blow-drying her
hair, and that’s why she didn’t answer the phone. She meets us at the front gate with your
adorable little wiener dog, Chloe. She takes us up to her apartment, and the
place was like a 5 star hotel, incredible. While we are in the elevator,
Shannon warns us that she doesn’t have a couch or anything because her rent is
too high. Brings us into her place and
it was amazing. We talk about a bunch of stuff for around 30 minutes while
drinking beer and Shannon finishes getting ready. There goes 2 more beers, 4
total.
Just before we leave, Shannon yells
“shots!” so both of us do 2 shots of some kind of Vodka and head out. Now I’m
feeling it. I hand the keys over to Tim and he takes us to the bar. Now, mind
you that this is the first time I have drank more then 2 beers since I was in
Los Angeles in October. The last time I was drunk was my going away party –
which I won’t even get into. As we pull up next to the bar right in the center
of downtown, the alcohol starts to hit. Woof, its going to be a long night.
Walk into the bar and it was pretty
chill. No loud music, no dancing just a small little social bar. Shannon then
tells me that she doesn’t have any money until here paycheck tomorrow; good
timing. Well since I am working at Technicolor getting a steady paycheck, I’ll
get the first round. So I buy us each a beer. Of course, Shannon said “Shots!”
So I go ahead and order 2 tequila shots. Turns out that one shot was the drink
that broke the Evan’s sober level. Shannon didn’t want a tequila shot… so she
yells at the bartender to just make her a girly one. Bottoms up.
I really don’t remember leaving that
bar, however I do remember Tim saying that we were going to another bar to meet
his friend Andi and Will. (blackout) Oh, I’m now at the second bar. Hello, Andi
and Will. I remember going to the bar with Tim and Shannon, once again ordering
us each a beer, and a shot for Shannon and I. Splendid. That’s all I really
remember of that bar. Fun times.
Next thing I remember is sitting on
the curb with Shannon, as my car is pulled over, along with 2 cops behind us.
Fuck. Then I woke up in bed next to Shannon, with a grilled cheese on my chest.
What the fuck happened.
So, lets start with waking up at
8a. First off, it turns out nothing happened between Shannon and I, cool. Tim
is in jail because he got a DUI. Damn it. So together we start to piece the
night together. Wait. There is a grilled cheese on my chest. Turns of Shannon
cooked it for me last night, burnt her hand on the oven, gave it to me to eat,
and I rejected it. So I feel asleep with it on me. However I did eat it when I
woke up. Alright, back to the main problem – Tim is in jail and my car is
impounded. I call random LA jail, and I go on a run around for 30 minutes
finding the jail he is in. They give us his booking number and say to call back
in 2 hours to see if he can he picked up. I then find out the pound that my car
is in. However the cops tell me that there could be a 30 day hold on it. WTF. I
call the pound, and since I am the owner, it was ok to pick it up. I get out of
bed, and woah. Terrible hangover. Nope, still drunk. Awesome. I ask Shannon if
I puked and she told me I did in her bathroom. No mess. I look at my phone,
first thing I do is check my bank account. $28.00, $31.00 and $38.07. Damn it.
I must have bought drinks all night long. I look at my text messages. To an
unknown person, I typed “Fuck……….” “Ahhhh…….” “4 shots 7 beers” “6 shotgts
9?bedts o” “Drip city” “Drop city” “Imy friend again assets” “wtf” “Dude my dd
for atrestedo” What the hell is drip or drop city? I have no idea.
She gives me a glass out water and
says that before we get my car, we need coffee and food. I agree. We head off to a local Starbucks and my head
is killing me. The sun is super bright and I feel really nauseous. Make it to
Starbucks and as we are walking out of the car, I tell Shannon that I feel like
I’m going to puke. We hurry inside and Sharron goes and asked for the bathroom
key. I tell her to order me food and I want a Java Chip Frap. Oh know, I feel
it. I steadily walk to the bathroom enter the code, green light to get in, no.
Locked. Someone is inside. Ok, Evan just calm down. Nope. Up comes the vomit,
and I hold my mouth closed. Swallow. Gross. Ok, I need to get in the bathroom.
Round two, up comes more vomit, mouth closed. A little leaked out. Swallow.
Jesus this is gross. I really need to get in the bathroom. I try the code
again, green light turns on, but the door is still locked. Round three
commencing. Up comes the vomit, much more then the past two times, mouth
closed, fail. It squirted through my nose all over the wall. Luckily I was
hiding and no one saw me. I wipe off my nose and head outside. Find a nice
little hidden corner and let it all rip. I used the front facing camera on my
iphone to make sure I looked okay. Walked back into Starbucks, looked at
Shannon and just smiled. Received my drink and food, took a bit, nope. No mood
to eat. I try to force it down, and the nauseous feeling kicked back in. I’m
done. We leave and head to the pound. In the car I told Shannon and she just
laughed her ass off about what happened.
We make it to the pound, and walk
inside. Starting to go in the process of getting my car back and I need to registration.
Well that is in the car I told the clerk. So she tells me to head out to the
gate and wait. Someone will be there in a minute. I go out, and wait. The gate
opens and an old dude is waiting. He tells me that I need to walk in front of
him and I can only grab of my registration, nothing else. I open my car door,
and everything was trashed inside. LAPD searched the shit out of my car, and of
course they didn’t find anything. I’m not a druggie. I open my glove box, grab
my registration, and head back. The clerk then tells me the cops never turned
it a key for the car. What the hell. [Lightbulb turns on in my head] Oh yeah, I
remember sitting on the curb asking the cop if I could search my car for my car
key because they could find it. LAPD was too pissed that I had a push start,
and they had no idea what that was. I also remember asking the cops if I could
get my breathalyzer because I wanted to see how high I could blow. They laughed
at me and said no. I ask the clerk to search my car for the key; it has to be
in there. She says ok and I go through the same process. Open the frond
passenger door and start searching. No luck. Open the rear left door and it was
stuck. I force it open and my crossover pops out of my door hanging from the
speaker wire. [Lightblub] I remember when we got pulled over the cop tried to
get Tim out of the front seat. No go. All of my crossovers in each of the 4
doors is jacked up since they are so big. I brought my car into a Best Buy out
here and he fixed the rear left one. However now the driver and rear right
doors don’t open. I had to get out of the passenger door, and Tim had to crawl
across to get out. When the cop opened the door for Shannon, she ripped the
door open and the cross over popped out. The LAPD was too pissed. They thought
it was shady that these “boxes” were falling from my car, and etc. I told them
what happened and they just kept saying this is shady. In my backseat I found a
cheese grader and 2 drink mixers. [Lightblub] I remember Shannon daring me to
steal those items from the bar. I was drunk so of course I did.
I search the backseat, everything
is thrashed, and low and behold, I find my car key in the backseat. Dumb cops.
I head back up front, pay the money and get my car out. I meet Shannon back at
her apartment. We kept calling every hour to the police station however no go.
They kept saying call back in a hour. No clue what is going on. Shannon wanted
to go shopping. We headed out and ran around town for a bit. Got back to her
apartment and ordered a pizza. At this time I was feeling better but still
sick. It was nice to have food in my belly though. One of Shannon’s friends
came over to work on a project for school and they needed some supplies, so
they ran out to the store and I stayed and took a nap. At around 4p I get a
call from Tim. We was out. I went right away to pick him up. He was just siting
outside waiting. Got him in my car and heading back to our apartment. He told
me how he was in a cell with a bunch of other people. Had a metal bed and a
blanket and just slept for most of the 15 hours he was in there. Then we
started to talk about the night. According to him, at the second bar I had my
head down on the bar. The bartender told Tim and she was going to kick me out
for sleeping. Tim told me to wake up. I told Tim that I was waiting for my tab.
Tim told the bartender that I was waiting for my tab. The bartender told Tim
that I already paid and was good to go. Ha. Then Tim told me to get to the car,
that him and Shannon would be there in a minute. They go to the car and I’m not
there. WTF. Tim started to look around, and picks his head up. All of a sudden
sees me running, full speed down the street across from us. What the hell was I
doing. Tim yelled at me and I got over to the car. Turns out that the cops
called a cop for Shannon and I to get back to her apartment.
Pretty epic night for my “first”
time going out in LA, and having more then 2 beers. Last night I ended up going
to the bar with a bunch of my friends from work at Technicolor. My supervisor
was there, along with the top end boss. My supervisor tried to buy me a beer. I
laughed and said no, not tonight and told him my story. I never heard a group of
people laugh so hard before. Turns out that my supervisor kept me was a full
time employee, and no longer a 8 week temp. What an awesome 24 hours I had.
Spark Note: Just read it.
EndFragment
