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Concussion at TYC
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Concussion at TYC - Dec 27 2003
It was the last weekend of the year. Nelson and I decided to celebrate in style at the Tijuana Yacht Club. Nelson left the shadow at my place, and we walked. No point in risking getting a court case. Of course, no cars means no responsibility. I think I skipped class the day we learned about foreshadowing.
This was 2 days after I got my brand new $100 dollar RocaWear tracksuit, so I figured I should wear it to the bar. I didn’t think about how it is against dress code, till I got there. My favourite bouncer who worked the VIP door gave me shit for wearing “gang colours”, but he let me in anyway.
A couple hours later and Nelson and I were on a roll. I was double fisting MGD and we were downing shots of Yukon Jack, JD, and Tequila like there was no tomorrow. After 3 hours we had spent 130 bucks between the two of us. Some former co-workers of Nelson’s were there and they told us to go to Perkins. Yeah, Whatever. We were both pretty hammered.
Later, one of the other bouncers there noticed I was wearing a tracksuit. He was fat, old, and balding, so of course he had to ruin my shit. At this point, however, I could care less what this guy had to say, so I pretty much just wandered away, and he went and gave shit to the bouncer that let me in.
Many drinks later, we decided it was time to venture out into the cold night and head to Perkins for some shitty mozza sticks. We gathered our coats and all our bitches (nobody) and left. Somewhere between the exit and Perkins I slipped on some ice and bounced my head off the cement. Strangely it didn’t hurt at all…. Oh right, I was shit-housed.
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Next thing I know, I wake up in my bed. Clothes from the night before still on. Contacts still in. I look around, kinda confused. Check the time… 6 PM? WTF? I had no clue where I had been or how I got home. I didn’t really wanna think tho, since my head felt like I got hit in the head with a Louisville Slugger. I called up Nelson to find out what the hell happened. He related the following details to me:
-I fell and smacked my head not once, but FIVE times. That’s why my brain feels like mush.
-We tried to break into the Stadium and failed.
-We tried to break into Old Navy and failed.
-We tried to break into Best Buy and failed.
By this point we were sick of failure and I suggested we throw a garbage can thru a window. Nelson agreed till his conscience finally kicked in and he realized we would be going to jail if we did finally succeeded. So we stopped,
-We did finally arrive at Perkins. Nelson’s friends were already there. Apparently they had a great time. Apparently I spent an hour “pooping and barfing all over the bathroom floor”. I rule.
-We took a cab home, but Nelson couldn’t remember my address, so he asked me, but I just yelled nonsense. The cabbie was not impressed.
I told Nelson I loved him and hung up and figured I should check the damages and losses. My brand new tracksuit was clean as the day I bought it. Score! Wallet, cell phone, keys, check. Right on!
Great way to end 2003, drunk and in a coma.
BONUS: About four days later I was at Salisbury House waiting for some food when strangers started calling my name. I went over and said hello, wondering who the hell they were. They made some reference to last weekend. I eventually put two and two together and realized that they were Nelson’s friends from Perkins. |
02 Apr 2005 by Spencer
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