The alarm woke me up at noon, and I got up to check on show times for an afternoon showing of DEATH RACE. I found a showing at 2 p.m. so I called Bob with the info. I also shot some texts off to people to see if they wanted to come and see it too. Marcus answered and said that he’d be down. I quickly shaved, showered, and got ready for the day. Since Skeeter’s 21st birthday party was tonight, I wanted to be ready to roll when David called me.
I hopped in the Merc and drove down to the studio to meet up with Geoff and Mami before the movie. They were hanging out in the control room and playing the guitar. We chatted for about 20 minutes before Marcus showed up, I jumped in his car and we went down the street to the mall.
After waiting in a long line to buy tickets, we got some snacks and headed into the theater. Bob met us right after the trailers started. And after the awesome THE FAST AND THE FURIOUS 4 trailer, the movie started. I had always loved the concept of the original DEATH RACE 2000, and while this one differed from the idea set forth by its predecessor, I liked what it had to say about our own society. Plus, I like to see Jason Statham fucking people up. The movie turned out to be a lot better than I thought it would, and it was like watching a live action videogame movie. Good times.
The flick ended and Marcus gave me a ride back to the studio. I checked my missed voice messages to find that David had called me, as well as Trish. David was confirming our plans for later on, and Trish didn’t leave a message. I tried to call her back and it went right to her voicemail. Since Geoff wasn’t at the studio, I shot him a buzz to let him know that I was back. He told me that he and Mami took Trish to the emergency room because she was having an allergic reaction, but she would be ok.
I booted up the laptop and spent the next couple hours updating the diary. Ace had logged on from Amsterdam and I debated in telling him what happened to Trish. I knew I should tell him, but I didn’t want to worry him with anything that wasn’t life threatening while he was overseas. Eventually Trish called me back and we chatted, she was ok, and wanted me to tell Ace about it. As long as she was cool with it, I filled the man in on the afternoon’s events.
Eventually Geoff and Mami came back and we hung out in the control room watching youtube vids while waiting for David to call me. And around 8:30 p.m. I finally got the call, so I said my goodbyes and hauled ass up to David’s sister’s place to meet up with them.
Since I was the DD of the night, David immediately tossed me the car keys and told me where we were going. I quickly familiarized myself with the car and off we went. The first bar we were going to was called the BlueFoot, and we were meeting Leighton and James there for some drinks. After getting us parked, we went inside and ordered Skeet’s first legal drink, as well as beers for the guys, and a diet coke for me.
A little while later the rest of the gang showed up, and we had a full shindig in action. Among the party goers was Skeet’s roommate Mandy. I hadn’t met her before, but as soon as she saw that I was wearing the WATCHMEN t-shirt I had gotten at Comic-Con, she flipped out over it. She asked me what I thought of the comic, and I had to admit to not having finished it yet. That response led to a whole night of ribbing on her part. Although I can say that it was the most fun I had being called a “fucking -------” ever!
After the BlueFoot we headed up the street to the Pink Elephant, and on the way a few of us stopped off at a Taco Shop to get some dinner. I hadn’t eaten anything other than movie theater popcorn, so I was starving. I ordered a burrito and took the opportunity to catch up with one of David’s sister and caught more shit from Mandy over whether or not SUPERMAN RETURNS was a good movie (which it wasn’t!).
We hung at the Pink Elephant until a little after midnight, where we scooped Skeeter up and I hauled ass over to the strip club we had picked from Friday night. David was upset because we had wasted time at the bar, but I was able to get us there in just a few minutes. We got inside, sat down, and ordered Skeeter a few more shots. He wasn’t able to handle the liquor he already had in him so he bailed to go pray to the porcelain goddess. The rest of us hung out and bullshitted while watching topless woman after topless woman work the pole.
I ended up chatting with Mandy for a while, and she kept saying that I looked like Kevin Smith (which I really do). I could only respond with a “You look like Ellen Page”, which I wasn’t sure if that was an insult or a compliment. She took it as the latter, so that was good. I turned out that her and I had a good amount in common, and that made the night more enjoyable because I like getting to know new people.
When Skeeter came back from the bathroom, David got him some water and a stripper to make him feel better. The clock struck 1:45 a.m. and the club was closing, and when the stripper brought Skeeter back to us, we applauded. He was still alive, and a little bit more coherent than he was before he went in there.
Right as we were leaving I noticed that Skeeter never finished his four-headless-horsemen-of-the-apocalypse shot. Mandy picked it up to finish it and after taking a sniff she pushed it far away from her face and refused to drink it. Seizing the opportunity to get her back for all the shit she had given me tonight, I plunked down a dollar on the table and dared her to down the shot. David and a few others followed suit, and a minute later we had a pot of over $10 bucks waiting for her if she drank up. I appears that she isn’t one to shy away from a challenge because she plugged her nose and downed the shot.
The night was over for Mandy and her crew, so they took off. David needed to sober Skeeter up so we hightailed it down to other strip club that is open till 4 a.m. This was our old stomping grounds back in 2002-2003, so David and I know the place well. After paying, we went inside and spent the next 2 hours hanging out and not getting lap dances.
The night was over and so I drove Skeeter back to his apartment, and then I drove David back to his sisters. David and I chatted for about a half hour about life and where it’s taking us. Since he was leaving in a couple days, we knew that this would be our last time to hang out before his departure. After hugging goodbye, I jumped back in the Merc and drove home.
I got home just about 5:30 a.m., kicked off my clothes, checked my email, and passed the hell out.
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