Alright so I've had one crazy week with summer so far.
I'll keep it to small paragraphs to its not boring.
I went to a party and blacked out from Hennessy. I had two 750ml bottles for myself and I only made it through one. I sold the other one off the next day for 20$ but apparently that night I got lucky without remembering it (whoops). I really hope I used protection. Lol..
Second day we were at the beach for about 10 hours. I was invited to this beach party thinking it was only going to be around three of my friends and me, but when I got there it was populated by at least 30 people ranging from age 16 to 65. Everyone was incredibly intelligent and expressed the same views as me. The conversations we had were not simple gossip about happenings in the world, but an actual discussion about the world and the state its in and other matters of great importance.
What I didn't know is that one of the people throwing this beach party was the CEO of Plantronics. and he brought some really delicious wine with the plantronics label on it. The CEO is actually a really smart and cool guy. He's not stuck up or selfish at all. He gave me a possible internship for plantronics too, I still have to see how that one plays out. Okay well, he wasn't the CEO, but I'm going to call him that from now on. He works right under the CEO.
Also, this beach party was an annual clam bake. I can't tell the exact beach we were at, but it was close to the plantronics headquarters in Santa Cruz, California. Some of the best seafood I've ever had. We cooked raw lobster, potatoes, corn, and so many other things I couldn't remember them all (I was drinking beer for like 6 hours at this point)
Anyways, I got really wasted that night but not until the older adults left. I spent the night at the ceo's beach house with all the other people my age (16-23 age range). I was invited back for next years clam bake. I can't wait.
Now I have a lot of work to catch up on (today being sunday) and I won't be able to party hard like the previous two days.
Weekend 1 over, weekend 2 will be coming shortly.
Met a cute girl downtown yesterday in front of a coffee shop.
Got into a long conversation. I started liking her.
Found out she hates video games with a passion.
Ended the conversation and left.
Yay being picky.
I got a phone call from a friend just now asking if I want to party. Obviously I said yes, and so I hung up. (Old fashion corded phone)
I pick up the phone after 5 seconds to call another friend, telling him to join me, but the phone starts dialing a number and rings.
I get the "We're sorry, the number you have--blahblah" so I hang up. After another 10 seconds I tried again only to have the phone still saying "We're sorry, the number you--"
And then 15 minutes later I come back and it does the same thing. Dials a number and rings until it tells me the phone number doesnt exist.
I was visiting my friend in Berkley when it was time to go home. I got in my car and drove to the nearest gas station. I put 10$ in my tank and continued to drive off. I don't know what compelled me to do so, but I turned around and parked my car at my friends house and started walking home. I have no idea why I would do this, I live in Santa Cruz - over 100 miles away. I started walking around and a bunch of girls invited me to a party, but I told them I needed to get home or else my sister would kill me. I called my sister and told her I would be home soon.
Somehow, and I'm still trying to remember this, I found a bicycle. I walked up to a random fat cat (rich white person) and asked directions for Highway 17, the one that leads back into my town. I looked around and I was familiar with the structures and scenery - I somehow made it to San Jose, only 27 miles or so from my home. The man pointed me to a sign that said "Highway 17, this way". As I walked away he was laughing at me, at the time I didn't know, nor care, but my shoes were off and I was walking around in my socks.
The sun was getting low and I wasn't sure how I was going to walk 27 miles over a giant hill to get home over a crowded and dangerous Highway. I walked up to a stranger in his car and asked him if I could get a ride to Santa Cruz. He agreed because he was headed in that direction, but there was something not quite right with this man. He seemed almost too happy to give me this ride, but his wife was in the passenger seat, so I accepted his offer.
He had to stop for gas, by this time the sun was down and we barely made any progress to get home. Once I reached Scotts Valley I could walk home by myself, but we haven't even left San Jose yet. At the gas station, I looked in my wallet to notice I had exactly enough for a large order of nachos - 4 dollars.
I walked up to the kiosk, leaned my head in the locked door, and asked for nachos politely. THe man behind the counter said "sure" and never moved his eyes away from me, slowly making me nachos. He poured the cheese into a plastic container and placed it on the desk next to the nachos. The next move he made angered me so. He grabbed a stack of napkins and put them down his pants and smiled as he did it.
"Give me my f***ing nachos you ****er!" I yelled at him. I reached across the counter and only grabbed the chips, refusing to pay. I hopped in the car and off we went.
I don't know why but I fell asleep in the car. When I awoke we were at some car show in a giant city. The time was at least noon. "This place, I've been here before" I thought to myself. I looked around and noticed two large buildings that I've never forgotten to this day. "Oh sh*t.. I'm in San Diego!" I don't know how long I was sleeping, but I went from 27 miles from home all the way to southern California, over 350 miles away.
The guy in the car told me "Sorry, I really forgot you were there, but we had to get here to make it in time for the car show!"
I didn't even reply to him, I just sat in the back seat looking around.
And then I saw it. Morgan Freeman was assisting cars finding a parking place. "Why is someone like him doing such a crappy job!" I thought outloud.
"Because he's a nice guy and actually contributes to the better of man kind" my strange driver replied.
"Wow, a movie star who's actually a nice guy" I thought to myself. I got out of the car without thanking my strange driver, mainly because he forced me over 300 miles from my home. I walked up to Morgan Freeman and told him I loved his work, he smiled, and told me that he's just doing his job as a citizen and doesn't want to be bothered. I walked away aimlessly in downtown San Diego for hours before I ran into Denzel Washington.
I asked him if I could borrow his phone to see if I could get my sister to pick me up, but instead he had me explain my situation. After a short conversation, he told me not to worry about it. I followed him to an outside bar and he started to buy me large pitchers of cheep booze. I could tell it was cheep because it tasted horrible, nothing like the Fat Tire or Blue Moon or Eye of The Hawk I remember. This had to be some watered down Coors, which seemed impossible because coors is already watered down.
We met up with Morgan Freeman and started to drink and have a great time.
Then I woke up. My sister decided to play the Afro Samurai movie while I was sleeping - the source of my strange deeps.