Where Is My Mother?

SF pride weekend was a 4 day long hot mess. I drank like I had not been drinking almost everyday for the previous two weeks, my feet are blistered, and my phone kept dying. It was sort of a weekend to end all weekends. Or at least my liver.

Thursday; Carwin, Dylan, and I were supposed to attend the infamous grimey gay party The Crib for Robin’s birthday. We began the night drinking and smoking weed in the hotel room. We left, I don’t remember this at all. Eventually we arrive across the street from the crib, and I proceed to throw a fit about how much the crib sucks and demand we head back to the hotel. Again, still dont remember anything that happened outside of the hotel room. We return to the room, continue to get drunk and high. At some point, two of us end up in our underwear and some pg-13 cute shit goes down.

Friday; Carwin, Dylan and I get ready to head to my usual party, the epic BLOW UP at the Rickshaw stop to meet up with Virgil. Again, we begin the evening drinking and smoking more weed then head out to our destination. I proceed to panic because Dylan’s wonderfully smart ass takes us through the tenderloin at night. We arrive at blow up where Virgil takes us out of line and throws us in through the VIP entrance. We begin dancing our asses off on stage where I run into Tori, Julia, Sarah, and Malea. Then Robin, Alicia, and Sophia appear out of nowhere. I continue to dance my ass off with Dylan until about 1:15 where we go outside to hangout until the party ends. I never leave blow up early, unless you’re some sort of special. Virgil, Dylan and I head back to the hotel to meet up with Carwin and smoke more weed. Virgil and I head back to solano county and go to bed.

Saturday; Virgil, Sam, and I head out to Pink Party and meet up with Edric, Dylan, Robin, Dimarco, Joriz, Alicia, Esther, etc. I barely had anything to drink but managed to be in a good enough mood to be all peppy. At the end of the night, 8 of us have to shove into virgil’s 5-seater car to head back to the hotel. I end up having to spoon with alicia at the bottom of the bed.

Sunday; This was probably the worst of the weekend. I was sober for the first half of the pride celebration, we managed to lose Sam, who later found Robin and Paul. I end up with Edric, Virgil, Mero, Michael and a few of their friends. While waiting for Alicia to come through with my vodka, The guys come through with a bottle of Bacardi Gold which they allow me to take straight to the face. My phone dies soon after. Eventually Alicia shows up with my vodka in a water bottle. I proceed to drink. Our whole group of about 15+ people begins to migrate and I somehow get separated from them and run into a boy I think I used to have a massive middle school crush on. I end up embarassing myself and make me sound like a pathetic drunk asshole. Although in the end I got his number, I ended up changing his name in my blackberry to “Don’t Even Bother.” I run my drunk ass around pride frantically searching for my friends when I run into a boy who’s nipple I permanently damaged back in december. I use his phone to call Christian who informs me everyone is by the Asian Art Museum. I scurry back there and jump on Alicia and almost start crying. We all proceed to drink more. Robin, Paul, Virgil, Sam and I head back to Pauls car then back to Virgil’s car where Paul and Virgil attempt to sober up. After 4 hours of hanging out by our cars, we finally head back towards home. We stop at Alicia’s friends house in concord to sober up more before heading back to benicia/vallejo. We watch tv, eat pizza, and bitch at eachother for about an hour before we go home.

I have sort of been hiding from everyone ever since. I hung out with Dylan yesterday to dye my hair. We ended up getting KFC, smoking weed and rolling around my bed instead. I think I might be sort of freaked out by all my partying. Sure, it’s summer, but I have been living like this since last August. I feel like I should be getting tired of it but IRL, I’m not, I can’t, and I won’t. I’m probably just not used to enjoying my life this much. But really, It’s fucking amazing.

0 Responses to “Where Is My Mother?”

  1. Leave a Comment

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

July 2009
« Jun   Aug »


%d bloggers like this: