Sunday, April 7, 2013

Derek's 21st

It's six in the morning and I'm still awake and drinking.
I think I'm done for now though, I just finished writing the last three poems, and before that I re-posted all of my older poems. Well not all of them, but some of the ones I posted onto tumblr and such. I haven't posted my way older stuff. Maybe some other time.

Before I go, I think I'll document what happened at Derek's 21st birthday night. It wasn't technically still his birthday since his birthday was on a Tuesday, April 2, and we went out on the 4th, which was last Thursday. It's technically Sunday now.
Anyway, he calls me at my house while Nichole, Nick, Bobby, and Chris are over. They're playing video games in my room while I'm showering. They didn't have anywhere else to go and I decided to let them figure out the rest of their night since I didn't exactly tell them when I was leaving and it seemed pretty abrupt.
Regardless, when I went to leave I had to ask them to go too.
Derek called me as I left and asked me to get his shoes from his house. His mom said I was a good friend, "the nicest guy." And I just said, "If I'm the nicest guy, then the world is out of luck." I looked at Jessica as I said it walking out the door.
I get to Amanda's with Derek greeting me in the parking lot, dressed up in a button-down shirt and his hair faux-hawk'ed to all high hell.
I gave him his shoes, and his wife-beater, that I forgot to mention because he last second asked for when I was at his house and wondered if he needed anything else.
ANYWAY, Gabe, Kelsey, Amanda, Derek, and I head out.
We first go to Las Olas, and more specifically, the Dubliner.
I feel like the oddball out. They're all dolled up and I'm wearing just some skinny jeans with a shirt and my red jacket. Whatever.
We go in and sit at the bar. The band consisted of 4 thirty something year olds wearing Ed Hardy shirts that looked like they'd been battered by a washer. They first were messing around onstage with some young looking girls that were posing for cameras and shit. Derek said, "If he puts the camera down for a second, it's yours." I just laughed and ordered myself a Yeungling.
They first played Counting Crows, and I was like, "They're not a bad band, they're just a cover band."
Which was true, but then they made a serious mistake and I completely regret feeling that way.
The decided to play Radiohead, and of course, they covered Creep.
Jesus Christ.
I'm really just hoping he can hit the same notes as Thom so clearly blessed us with.
And of course he couldn't. It was difficult to withstand and I just kept drinking my drink.
We left shortly thereafter and I kept feeling left out. I didn't mind so much, because I'd rather have been left out of that group then be included.
I was there for Derek, I know he knows that.
Kelsey was just cute, and that's it. Her personality it seemed was coming before me throughout the night. Eugh.
Not really a big deal, she was just a cute girl at work anyway.
We start going to Scarlet's now, and Amanda calls a guy named Carlos that works there.
She knows him, but I didn't ask how. We needed to be on the list to get into the club. I guess a strip club is still technically a club. I'd never been, but once we got in, it seemed to be pretty lavish for such a sleazy purpose.
Our waitress(?) gave us the list of bottles and Amanda chose the Belvedere Vodka (200!!) and the girls were right there, naked.
I didn't even care, honestly. I felt bad.
These women were just in dire need and had nothing but their bodies to sell for some sort of financial support.
I understood that they didn't have to be there, but they were there. I just didn't know how I got there.
And then I looked at Derek, and he was enjoying himself. The purple environment lit up as the lights bounced and flashed along with the blasting electronic music, which was on par with the times, but that's not saying much. I just wish they had a better selection other than dubstep infused club mixes.
I kept drinking and hinted at Kelsey things here and there, but I realized she didn't give a shit and I stopped trying to be friendly. Yup. Gabe saw that the seats right in front of us at the main stage opened up and Gabe and Derek moved up first. I stayed behind with Amanda and Kelsey until Amanda moved up next to Derek. And finally Kelsey left too, so I refilled my drink (I was paying a fourth so goddammit I was going to drink a fourth) and sat with Derek to my right and Kelsey to my left. Derek got a few bills on his face taken by some strippers as they came up to his face and pushed it into their tits. It was just forced to me. I kept drinking. Derek insisted I take some money and give it to them and I just put it away. I kept going to the bathroom to get away from it all.
So I went to the bathroom again because fuck it, I'm drinking man.
As I leave the restroom, a dancer grabs my arm and goes, "Where you going?" and she had to grab my arm right where I had just recently gotten a giant cut from longboarding, so I pull away quickly and just say, OW, and she looked at my confused and thinking I'm crazy, but then looks at my crusty yellow band-aids on my arm where she just pulled me, and now began to look more disgusted than anything else. I get back to where we're sitting and Derek tells me he's going to do something that's going to make me very uncomfortable. I say, NO Please Derek, don't. Come on. And he calls the dancer over to me, hands her money and points at me saying it's for me. I just look at her and say, I'm sorry I'm really gay. Really. I love the cock. I LOVE PENIS. Before I know it she's rubbing her vile breast atop my forehead and I'm just clenching my firsts and shutting my eyes while uttering sarcastically at how much fun I'm having and how great that was. I then look at Derek as the dancer is now gone and retreated to her pole, and I say to him, "I need to go home and take a shower, her fucking tit touched my hair and head. I feel disgusting man." He just laughed.
We kept drinking until Derek eventually picked a girl from this line up the club has where all the dancers do a long trek from the dressing room to the bottom floor and you "Pick a girl." Gabe got one for Derek, and Amanda ok'd it. The dancer took Derek away and when he came back we kept drinking. Eventually Sam showed up with another girl and some guy that was extremely familiar with Amanda. Derek then threw up in the bathroom and Kelsey was really drunk. So we left. Derek took forever to leave since he wanted to hug Sam. Heh. I knew it before he told me. I helped him walk to the car, which Gabe was driving since he only drank a few beers. I was being a smart-ass in the car with Amanda as she helped Derek throw up into a small cup holder that you could take out and physically hold. Kelsey just sort of leaned too far forward in the front seat and just stayed there for most of the ride. I apologized to Amanda for being a smart-ass, I just had suggested a bag while she held a small cup holder. It worked, so I guess she knew what she was doing? Hmm. Anyways, when we got to the house, Gabe and I kept drinking. Vodka. I had a third of a cup with the rest filled to the brim with chaser. Two of those. I saw Derek in Amanda's bed in his boxers and informed him his balls were showing. He just laughed and asked if I liked it. I told him I was happy he had a great time. I was. I felt like texting people I hadn't seen in a while since Rachel texted me. That was nice of her. I texted Jessica and she immediately texted back, so I called her and eventually I discussed with her the details of me driving to her house. Gabe saw me get up, handed me a water bottle, and wished me luck. I just blasted Flaming Lips as I drunkenly drove home. (Stupid. I never do that). I wasn't about to sleep on a small couch in an apartment like that, so I got the fuck out, even though I should've sobered up. Ah well. I got to Jessica's (Derek's) and we talked and eventually I convinced her to talk in her bed. We did talk and it was nice but she told me she had to wake up soon so I left and blacked out from then on. I barely remember getting home. And yeah, the next day at work I was extremely slow but everyone kept asking if I went to Scarlet's.
I just shook my head and walked off.

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