Weekend with the Dallas Kid pt. 2

Friday night was crazy and got even crazier for me as I ended up going to Big Bank Frank’s house by myself and the rest of the fellas headed home. So there I was, drunk and stranded at my boy’s house in Studio City. But that is another story for another time.

Let’s move on to Saturday. I woke up in a blur because I had a basketball game at noon. KK was living the good life watching TV on the couch and my roommate (The CEO) was nowhere to be found. I guess he was at a high school graduation. I made it to my game a little late and we lost. Then I had another game later that night as “Eugene Cheng” again. The Chinese league is pretty bad and we won our game by about 30 points.

Saturday night we headed to this place called “Zanzibar” in Santa Monica. The waitress at Zanzibar is ridiculously fine and this was the second time I had been there. She remembered me from the first time and obviously began gaming me up, giving me a big hug. It was enough to brighten my night. Anyways, the Saturday night team consisted of myself, M.Lee, Big Bank Frank, KK and the CEO. We were getting pretty tipsy and everything was cool until one average looking young lady (we’ll call her Big Booty) started getting involved. First she went after KK, who was giving her the cold shoulder until I put my public relations skills to work. As soon as he started believing in her, she stopped believing in him. Then, she went after me. I gave her a two-step but she was doing too much when she sat on the stage and started spreading her legs open (she was wearing pants). Next, she went after the CEO.

In typical CEO fashion, he was sitting on the couch lounging with M.Lee by themselves while myself and KK were trading Red Bulls and Coronas by the bar. So Big Booty sits next to the CEO (she is extremely faded at this point) and starts hitting on him. He continuously rejects her offers of friendship and drives her to the point of asking him if he’s gay. What does he say? Yes. And then he grabs M.Lee’s hand. I found this very questionable at the time, but he is the CEO for his reasonable decision making. It just sucked for M.Lee. Needless to say, we never saw Big Booty again. There were rumors that she was throwing up in the bathroom, but we will never know.

I think around 1 a.m. I got tired of drinking Coronas and for some unknown reason thought it would be cool to start downing Red Bulls. For a while, I had a Red Bull in my left hand and a Corona in my right. Then after a while I started ordering two Red Bulls at a time, one in each hand. The double-fisted Red Bull. Not recommended. So by the time the club let out, I was hyped up and ready to go. But everyone else was getting tired.



When we got home that night, the CEO was tired and went to sleep. I felt bad because it was KK’s last night. We needed to kick it! Plus, M.Lee aka Corner Sleeper was actually awake. Our friend Scary Cherie was just getting out of a bar or something so she stopped by to meet KK. She wanted to drink but we had no ice. At his point I think my adrenaline was reaching same level it was in my first high school basketball game. We had no ice at the house so somehow it was proposed that I run to the gas station in my bare feet and get ice. In seven minutes. I know I can do it. The gas station is only two blocks away. Plus, eleven Red Bulls will give you wings! So I accepted the challenge.

The run to the gas station was easy. I was full of energy. I was high-stepping down the sidewalk, knees up, toes raising off the pavement as soon as they touched it. I felt like I barely even touched the ground on my way to the Chevron. My only obstacle was the tree that drops the weird red berries. But I took long strides through the berries that were scattered on the ground and managed to make it through unstained. When I got to the gas station, the attendant was no help at all. I think he wanted to keep me there as long as possible because he had no company and it was 3 a.m. He was asking me how my night was, paper or plastic, etc. I told him to just hurry up and get the ice. He strolled through the gas station and finally brought it back. I took it from him like I was Reggie Bush and he was Matt Leinart. The ice was a little heavy but I had that good adrenaline on my side. I made it back to the apartment. I could tell I made good time because KK looked impressed.



“How long did it take me?”
“Three minutes. I’m impressed dog.”

Now I’m feeling really good. The only problem was on the way back, in my rush I completely forgot about the berries. So my feet ended up with dark red stains on the bottom of them. I still have no idea why I even ran barefoot.

We eventually made it to sleep and KK headed home in the morning. It was a good weekend and although many details were probably forgotten due to alcohol consumption, it was memorable.