“Gangstaaaaaaaaaaasss… what’s up guys?” – McLovin
I watched Superbad at Chuck and Theresa’s on Friday night which seems like years ago after what transpired over the rest of the weekend. I tried writing a recap yesterday, but spent most of the day on the couch with a severe case of the brown bag flu.
Friday night started out like most others with one exception – King was back in town from Cali. We had a few beers at Tom’s before Tory and I headed over to the H’s for dinner. You know it was a binge weekend when you drink two bottles of wine by yourself and that turns out to be the slow night.
I went over to Tom’s on Saturday morning where the first beers of the day were popped at 10:30. We continued a slow descent back into drunkenness trying to prepare ourselves for the annual Christmas Party at Melrose Place that night.
King and I made several attempts during the party to take over the karaoke machine, but apparently the DJ didn’t appreciate profanity. We still managed to nail The Joker by Steve Miller Band. I even performed a duet with Thong Girl whose real name turned out to be Amy. I didn’t seem to recall that from our conversations at the pool last summer. Shocker.
We decided to take it easy on Sunday. King’s college buddy, JT, and his friend Brett, got on the road around 11:00 heading back to Ohio.
In the meantime, King, Abby, Tom and I decided to have lunch at Ozzie’s and watch some football. Somehow lunch turned into beer, and beer turned into Jager Bombs. And then it was on like Donkey Kong.
Crowe Dog, Jorge, Gina Party, Sheila E and others joined us, and our tab quickly reached critical mass. The management informed us that we had been served enough, and politely asked us to leave. We decided to meet at Melrose Place before heading out to another bar.
While Jorge and I were waiting in the parking lot to be picked up, a car drove by with a license plate that read “Nappy Head.” This wasn’t the exact spelling, but it was close enough that I pointed it out to Jorge. All of a sudden the car stopped, and a large black man exited from the passenger side.
“You got a problem?” he asked.
“No, I was just commenting on the license plate,” I replied.
He puffed up and shouted, “You best be showing some respect to the black woman.”
“What are you – Montel Williams?”
He started walking towards us, but thankfully our ride showed up. I dove into the back seat, and told the driver to step on it. We had a few more beers at the next bar until the weekend ended around 9:30.
I still couldn’t tell you who won the football games except that the Dolphins got their first win of the season and the Chiefs lost their seventh in a row.
Looking back on when I was a little nappy-headed boy. Then my only worry was for Christmas what would be my toy.