Halloween Day 3 of 7

What can I say? Life has been a bit boring lately.

Well, it hasn't really been boring but some incidents have taken place that I can't put on this blog.

Therefore, I will take it back to last Saturday night.

This year I was trying to go out every single night for a week straight from Thursday before Halloween to Halloween, which fell on a Wednesday. The two big nights were Saturday night and Halloween night.

So Saturday night rolls around and by the time we need to go out, all of our plugs to get into the clubs have fallen through, leaving us in the same boat that everyone else is in -- block-long lines with a small chance to get in.

We decided to go to the Cabana Club in Hollywood. We originally thought Ike had the plug to get in but that didn't work. Coincidentally one of my homegirls had messaged me on Myspace and told me her sister was having her birthday party there that night but me being me obviously blew her off and now I was regretting that decision because we had no way to get into the club.



We decided to go anyways. Once we got there, the line to get in was literally around the block. Great.

Normally in such a predicament, we'd turn around and head to either (a) home or (b) a different club. Unfortunately, there were so many chicks dressed in a tight shirt (choose from police officers, devils, construction workers, etc.) and boxer brief shorts that we were unable to pull ourselves away from the outside of this club.

Example:


For the first ten minutes we pretty much just stood across the street staring at the ginormous line in bewilderment. I believe the term is "cluster fuck." This was seriously a new concept to us. We are trying to get in the club, we don't know anyone at the door and the line is around the block.

Baffled.

Are we supposed to go around the block and get in the back of the line? That doesn't sound very realistic. So we kind of strolled to the front of the line where they had the guest list and milled around until the security guard starting screaming at us to get out of the street.

Okay, that didn't work very well.

At that point about thirty chicks in cat costumes walked by us and cut into the block-long line and were pissed because their guest list was closed and they couldn't get through the V.I.P. line. Apparently the people at the door told them to go directly to the front of the "regular people" line. Because their group was so large, it created a huge split in the regular line.

Us being the opportunists that we are, followed this group of girls directly into the front of the line. I would estimate that their were about five hundred people in line and we got into it about ten people behind the front. And STILL had to wait for about 30 minutes. The funniest part about us waiting in line and missing our club plugs was that while we were standing there, I saw none other than my new roommate walk straight to the front of the line, dap up one of the promoters and go into the club with our other friend. I'm such a genius. Searching through my phone for someone that can make something happen for me at the club and I didn't go with my roommate, who apparently has the celeb status needed to do what he just did.

We eventually made it in the club and it was packed. Not to mention the fact that part of my outfit is the sunglasses that cops wear. Aviators or whatever. So to put it quite honestly, I can't really see shit. I can see people but I can't see faces. This kind of sucks when you're in a huge club with a thousand fine chicks that are wearing next to nothing.

We go inside and for some reason (I don't even remember why) I decided that I wasn't drinking that night. I'm not the best decision maker. I drink at a party that sucks, then I go to a club that is 'the' spot and I sober it up with the best of 'em. Brilliant!

Anyways we end up on the inside of the club where the dance floor is. As seen in the halloween pictures, Faded T and Ike are dancing, me and Corner Sleeper are posted and I decide to go outside to find my celebrity status roommate who casually just strolls into whatever club he wants. I can't find him and I'm just walking around looking at girls when Ike and Faded T are next to me.

"Where's Corner Sleeper?"
"I don't know, I think he's still inside."
"You guys just left him?"
"No, he was dancing with some girl."
"Okay I'm gonna go see if he's in there."

As soon as I turn to go back inside, about seven huge security guards are wrestling people out of the inside dance floor. There's like three security guards with some type of group full-nelson neck lock on ONE guy. The guy did look like Bruce Lee's stunt man. But anyways the scene was chaotic and it was clear that some huge fight was going down inside. Great, we left Corner Sleeper inside by himself in the middle of a brawl. Corner Sleeper was a high school wrestling champ, but I think he was in the lowest weight class. So it's kind of a toss-up if he can survive some huge brawl. I probably couldn't. I can't even get inside because they are pulling so many guys out of there. I finally go inside and Corner Sleeper is in there fine and dandy just kickin' it. There's a fair chance that he may have actually slept through the brawl.

And who was fighting? Asians, of coruse. I told you about Asians and the club. They go to the club, can't handle their liquor and fight other Asians. And whatever I say about Asians is not racist because I'm half Asian so I have the ultimate pass on any racist remarks against my own race. You know how that works. So these Asians did their best to fuck up the vibe of the club but they failed miserably as the club was back and crackin' within about five minutes.

After a few minutes some chick is all over Ike. He's dancing with her and she's all over him. I have my shades on but I'm thinking "Damn, Ike is a pimp for real. This chick is all over him. I gotta get a picture of this." Well, this definitely was not one of Ike's better "patients."



I have to give him credit though, as fugly as that one was, he did pull a couple nice ones out of there that night.

The night was over and Ike was still on some three-pointer so Faded T, Corner Sleeper and I were waiting by the door. At the Cabana Club, there are some V.I.P. booths near the door, but kind of behind some portable trees. I looked at one of the booths and this chick was still dancing with some guy even while everyone was leaving and the lights were one. Then I looked closer and I recognized those movements. No, those were not dancing movements. Those were clearly love making movements. Wow. These two were having sex near the exit of the club where everyone was leaving. It didn't last long as they quickly realized that they were in the open, but it was...interesting while it did last.

We got out of there and headed home. A few friends came over for a good old-fashioned slumber party that night. I took mine into the room and locked the door but apparently young Faded T was getting his feel on that night because I was rudely awakened at 5:30 A.M. by the friends of my sleeping mate, claiming that they were getting molested in the other room.

I know this was a lie because Faded T would never do such a thing and I'm positive that he was having to keep them off of him throughout the night.

So we went out to the living room and Faded T had mysteriously disappeared into the early morning without a trace. The girls ended up leaving at that time too and I got some good sleep, ready to fire it back up the next night...