Date: January 30, 1996
Well, gang, I think I outdid myself this time, but who sez getting a second chance is a bad thing? Heh, heh! :)
[FRIDAY]
It started 5PM Friday nite when we said farewell to a co-worker. Several pitchers later, Julie and I decide to join "the marketing types" at The Black Watch in Los Gatos. Several pitchers of cranberry kamekazis later, we went home to crash.
Nothing unusual yet.
[SATURDAY]
Saturday morning we start our day with a tour of Gordon Biersch Brewery in San Jose. For $25 you get all the beer you can drink plus lunch. (!!!!) Unfortunately I had to wait for food to drink (nasty experiences with drinking on an empty stomach that I do not wish to repeat), but quickly caught up with a few pints of their smooth dark lager and we had a coupla boots as well (glass boot that holds 4.5 pints). This was accompanied by very loud bellowing of "Das Boot!" and other obnoxious things that we used to annoy those around us.
Later that night we had a party at Erik's. Gee, more beer! We started playing spoons and quarters, then worked our way up to three man.
Problem is we only had two teams for the three man. Of the 6 pitchers, I think our team drank only two. We had to get out "the bib" (a big towel) for Erik, as he was having balance trouble and couldn't keep the beer in his mouth and off himself. Something about tilting your head back to drink out of the pitcher...
Not having any real quarters skills myself, I had to resort to the defensive technique of distraction. I think at one point I yelled the prize-winning, "if you make that I'll fuck you". It was one of those moments where you think what you have to say is relevant and funny, but in reality, the room gets really quiet for a second and you think, "What? What did I say?" Chris missed his shot. But was that a good thing? :) Ha!
Someone started playing Erasure and this was Julie's signal to jump up on the kitchen table and start dancing. Yeah, she was wearing a skirt. The table began wobbling, and we're all sitting around it trying to steady it, but some of the guys were trying to look up her skirt and each time she took another gyration, it would tilt in a different direction.
Michael was drinking Pepsi because he was there with his Mormon fiancee (a match made in The Hell of Eternal Sobriety), but Erik spiked it anyway. Mu-ha-ha!
At some point Erik thought the dog got out and began chasing it. The dog came back on it's own and we had to send a search party out for Erik.
Still nothing out of the ordinary.
[SUNDAY]
Hung out with Kegel and some of the guys down at the boat, drinking beer, eating barbequed sausages and talking cars.
Went home and prepared for the SpaceHog concert that evening.
Now, I have this kind of fantasy about meeting SpaceHog. I first heard them in NY while visiting xxxJoel in the East Villiage. SpaceHog met and formed in the East Villiage, so naturally I wanted some day to meet the band. (Sorry, it's not _really_ a fantasy about sex. But I digress... Hee, hee!)
Anyway, so I decided to dress killer and go stag to the concert. No actual plan in mind, but with a few beers in me, I was sure to think of something.
Having $25 to my name until payday, I was relieved to sell my extra ticket for $8. Wow, this meant more beer! The guys next to me were buying me beer, too, so that was way cool.
When SpaceHog came on, I was good and tanked and we were all standing on our chairs and dancing. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw one of the sound guys looking at me. "Me?" I pointed to myself. He nods his head. "Beer?" I held up a beer. He nods his head and gestures for me to come over.
As I stepped beyond the "staff only" point, I got chills. Possibilities? He thanked me for the beer and I sat on one of the extra speakers with one of the waitresses who had the night off and her friend. We chatted, boozed it up, smoked cigarettes, and swayed to the music. Mmmmm, beer. :)
After the concert, we all went to party with the band and a lot of other folks in a room downstairs. (Wee-ha! Yes! Yes! Yes!) I think I said something stupid to one of the guys in the band, but don't we all? I guess that's my super-power: gets drunk, says stupid things.
The beer eventually ran out and we all herded onto the tour bus. The engine started up and the big bus slowly pulled away from The Great American Music Hall.
At this point, I'm sitting on a fucking tour bus, my hand on some girl's leg I don't even know, talking to a rasta-looking guy with dreads, laughing hysterically at something and wondering simultaneously: "where's my beer?" "where's this bus going?" "wait, I have my credit card, don't I?" "where's my damn beer?" "I suppose calling in sick from LA isn't such a bad thing, right?" "where is that beer?" "why is my hand on some chick's leg?" Perhaps I thought it was an armrest. Who really knows? Who really cares? :)
Well, we just went down the street to The Red Room. Relieved, but with only a trace of disappointment, I went in for another beer or two. I was talking to one of the friends of the band and at one point he said, "you like your alcohol, don't you?" Heh! That I do.
We were kicked out of there some time after 2AM, I think - they actually took my beer away from me! Something about the laws and closing time. Grrrrr.
Well, being satisfied with my adventure, and not wanting to end up waking up in some hotel somewhere with god-knows-whos-dick in my mouth, I decided to call it a night. Call me crazy, but I had to agree with myself that this was a reasonable thought.
I had a hard time sleeping as I couldn't find a sprawled out position that was comfortable because Sandy cat was sleeping calmly, peacefully at the bottom of the bed - right smack in the middle. Damn cat Mishy was doing the curl up as close to my face thing again. Normally it's cute, but I was having a hard time breathing with his fur in my nostrils.
I think I was still drunk when I woke up. I had a killer hangover at work, but what a fucking night for me! I'd do it again in an instant!
Wow! I wish every weekend could be like that one - non-stop partying and drinking. Shit, I wish everyday could be like that.
-s