It started off by having drinks all afternoon at Femme Nu, where 3 of my girlfriends, and 2 other guys met me at Ichiriki for dinner. We got bombed on beer, sake, guavatinis and shiso mojitos. After that we all parked our cars at Pearl and consolidated. Stacy and I walked in Pearl to use the bathroom before we head out to Yard House. On the way to Yard House, she discovers she left her iPhone at Pearl and continued to call it until the bathroom attendant answered it. They dropped us off and went back to get their phone. The 4 of us walked over to Rum Fire where I lost my friends and watched the fireworks from the beach alone. My other 2 friends, now back at Yard House, and my other friend who just met up txt me to come back to Yard House. My phone is about to die, so I jump in a cab and head back to Yard House in the middle of the fireworks. My phone is blowing up with about 10 people that I am suppose to meet at Kelly Oneil’s down the street.
It’s 5 after midnight, and my girlfriend is wasted and wants to go downtown to see her Dad by Bar 35. I have a lot of friend’s waiting for me, and I tell her that we should go to down the street to Kelly’s for 30 minutes, then we can go downtown for the rest of the night. She didn’t listen and just left. I figured she was wasted, but I was pretty pissed, and I told her to just go home, and not come meet up with us later. Regardless, my other 3 friends came back from Rumfire, and we all walked over to Kelly Oneil’s.
As we walked out of Yard House, 15 minutes after midnight, I got a hysterical call from some guy’s girlfriend. I guess the night before I had met somebody, read my previous blog about the guy who I met at Femme Nu who tried to seduce me, then told me we can’t go back to his place because he had a girlfriend. His girlfriend stalked my Facebook page, found my number, apparently follows my blogs now. Because she calls me screaming that she read my blog. Frustrated, because she had called me earlier as well, and just finishing a jack and water and a little buzzed, I screamed at her to stop fucking call me, and to come down to Kelly Oneil’s and talk to my face, but stop calling me. She threatened me a bit, then refused to come down, because “she was hanging with her family.”
1st of all… Don’t believe everything you read. Not everything you read on the internet is reliable. These are stories, and sometimes entertainment, inspired from real events.
2nd of all… You need to be trippin on your man, not me, because if you believe everything you read, I DON”T WANT YOUR FUCKING MAN!
So we all walk back to my friends place nearby where I’m irritated by my phone blowing up by this girl. So I think in my drunken stupor, I slam my iPhone on my friends granite counter. It is no longer working. So my 2 friends end up hooking up in the bedroom, where there is no door. Trying to ignore them, we start our own party in the living room. They are all drinking Four Loco, the malt beverage that has been illegalized because too many teenagers are dying off of it. It is 13% alcohol. I sipped on Seagrams Sweet Tea. Great drink by the way! After a while, I started crying about my ex, who my friend brought up, who everybody know’s I’ve always loved for 3 years. And I play a drunk stupid ass for 5 minutes. Then me and my girlfriend start fooling around and film everything. LOL! It was a fun night!
Then in the morning, my gf who left calls me because I have her car keys, and we all left our cars at Alamoana. So we meet at Original Pancake house over on Kapiolani. There’s a 30 minute wait, so we head over to Mai Tai to have breakfast and drinks. All I eat is a couple pieces of sashimi, and 2 bloody marys. Me and my girlfriend (the sober one) drive to northshore to pick up her son in La’ie. We head to my place to get ready, and back to my other friends, where they drove my car to. Shaking from lack of sleep, lack of food, and alcohol withdrawals, I drink to glasses of wine, and try some of my friends great greek salad, and bbq. My stomach was jacked up so I didn’t get to eat too much. We crash out here.
In the morning, I take 3 IB Profen. After 10 minutes I start to feel super warm and fuzzy and drowsy. I thought maybe I was still hanging. But then my friend realized that they are actually Flexural. I think they looked like Percocet. But Anyhow. We go back to the beach house and La’ie where I am trashed all day, but get to relax and try to rest. After that, we drive to DnBs to take the kids to play, where I have 2 Corona’s. At this point, I’m finally feeling better, but I know it’s time to sleep.
It may be all confusing, but I drove responsibly this weekend. LOL! I left my car, and even had it towed at one point.