this post has been edited on august 24, 2004 22:14

so when you left your heroes last, they were passed out around various parts of nitin's apartment. puke was in the bathroom, around the toilet and whatnot. chad was plus one girl's digits, but not two girls because i sabotaged his second forray into the world of flirting. and everyone, given the mix of hard alcohol and beer from the night before, was hung over.

i woke up at like 10ish to nitin throwing a blanket on me. he was a really great host, i can't emphasize this enough. he did his normal annoying crazy shit, like not getting ready until the last possible second and not being great about letting us into the building, but he was really amazing too, and the positives far far outweighed any minute negatives. just saying.

at like 11 i started smelling the bacon nitin was cooking. as did chad. i started remembering how nitin kept saying he wanted blts the night before. i guess we were gonna get them in a big way. nitin made like a slab of bacon, a package of sausages, and somewhere between 8 and 12 eggs. it was a feast. there was bread and tomatoes and mayo (and shitty lettuce) for blts, but we decided to go the BT+mayo approach, if you will. andrew stumbled out, we all are eating and hanging around and stuff. trying to remember what happened the night before. and everyone's amazed by chad.

all of a sudden i realize i have to go to the bathroom real real bad. i go over and i see that there is puke on the rim of the toilet. i tell andrew to clean it up, and it brings up a flurry of silly jokes. andrew takes a roll of paper towels into the bathroom, and i help nitin a little with some dishes and cleaning up. then i return to the couch to watch some tv, the olympics i think but i'm not sure.

anyways, a little while passes and i see andrew at the poker table, setting up for a tournament. i realize that i have to go to the bathroom. i go over there, only to see a wad of paper towels in the toilet.

i run out, saying we need a plunger. nitin goes in to the bathroom, and comes out calling andrew an idiot, over and over. the thing is i was laughing from the stupidity displayed here, and nitin was too - and then andrew said "i thought these pipes were stronger than the ones in greece".

i fell over laughing, because this implied to me that HE HAS PUT PAPER TOWELS IN THE TOILET BEFORE AND IT DIDNT WORK THEN EITHER.

god i was laughing so hard, and it only intensified once it was determined that maintenance wasn't available and that a plunger didn't exist. andrew had to stick his hand in the toilet and pull out the paper towels. nitin said something like "i think i see a shit stain". it was just madness.

basically, intertwined between one liners and watching the big lebowski and rushmore (though neither movie went to completion), we played 4 games of poker. nitin noted andrew's lack of actually cleaning the toilet and yelled that he was going to "piss on [andrew's] puke", which i turned into chad's away message immediately. chad debated whether or not to call the girl from the night before, this girl being the one that i told to make a decision. apparently she had made the decision to give chad her digits. not what i expected, but whatever.

we played poker until like 6:15. it went really long because after almost every hand nitin and andrew debated how they should have played that hand. they are very very annoying sometimes. and chad's hunger was making him very very annoyed. anyways, by 6:30 we finally get our asses out of nitin's apartment and start driving back to my house. we planned on being BACK at nitin's by 6:30 so we could eat dinner. anyways, we get home, shower, and come back. while at my house, chad calls blair, the girl who's digits he got. he gets voicemail, leaves a message about our plans. on the way back in to the city she calls him, and says that she hasn't talked to her friends yet but she wants to meet up with him. yay chad.

back at nitin's, we debate dinner places for a little bit, and andrew and nitin do each other's hair, and then we go to the pour house. angela calls me on the way there, and says her and her boy are going to meet up with us. huzzah. we get there, and learn to our joy that its half-off burger night. $3 for a full meal - not bad at all. angela shows up right as we're paying the bill, but we offer to wait for her to eat some appetizers at the bar before we go back to nitin's to get hammered. woo woo.

i realized at some point that i needed to call jen because i hadn't for a while. chad and i go upstairs, because chad wants to call girl and tell her the new plan, of going to nitin's after angela was done and then going to fanueil. i talk to jen for a bit, and blair happens to call chad while i'm on the phone. on the way back downstairs, chad tells me that the girl said that she still hadn't got in touch with her friends, but she was gonna come out here on her own and meet us at the pour house. WHAT THE FUCK?

you just think about all this. i'll give you time.

so yeah, chad apparently is a huge player that can somehow talk chicks into coming out with him on their own for a night of drinking and a definite implied one-night stand. good for him.

so we wait around for a while, and chad says something like "i was drunk last night and this girl was cute, i should probably be drunk now". he says this. and he thinks about it. AND HE DOESN'T DRINK A THING. the mind boggles.

anyways this girl finally meets up with us. i think within 5 minutes angela starts making fun of chad in front of her, which is not the right move, and created a little awkwardness, but more power to blair (as i will refer to her from now on) for not being totally weirded out. made it seem like she was a somewhat normal girl, which was surprising to say the least. i mean, normal outside of the blatant horny-ness that must have been consuming her.

anyways we get it together and walk back to nitin's. it was a fun little walk back, and once we got to nitin's, after some debating (which chad, andrew, nitin and i will ALWAYS partake in before almost any event), we decided to play kings with mixed drinks. wheee! i got to make a rule, and it was any time anyone drinks, nitin has to drink. so you have an idea of the mindset nitin was in.

around 11, 11:30 we go out to the cabs, and head over to fanueil. blair and i are the only people who have ever been here, and neither of us have come that often. of course, my mainstay was always docksides, which is a crappyish bar closer to the aquarium stop. after wandering through the quincy market/fanueil hall area and almost going in to the black rose, but stopping because of the loud loud live band, we settle on checking out dockside. andrew and nitin both whined about the cover, but honestly, $5? not that bad, you big whiners.

we get in and the place is very very empty. it's two floors, and the downstairs is totally empty, and the upstairs is maybe half full. anyways, it was not that bad, since we found a table in the back easily. nitin and andrew on one side, blair and chad on the other. and me standing. i felt like the fifth wheel. and that's not just some subtle dig at nitin and andrew's burdgeoning homosexuality, i was actually feeling a bit out of place at times during the night. when i felt like that, i tended to move to the next table over and watch tv, until stupid other people came and sat there. but i'm getting ahead of myself.

first thing that happened this night at the bar was that chad got in a semi-fight with the bartender. or at least, it seemed like it. there was a big sign for $2 bottles of molson, so chad went to the bar and asked for 4. the bartender said they were out. chad possibly (probably) mentioned the large sign, and the bartender (apparently) flipped out, saying things like "what do you want me to do about it??!?!!?!?!?!". chad came back and told us this, but he got so animated and crazy that i thought HE was actually getting defensive about his inability to bring back molsons. it was quite strange. anyways, this was one of the first times i moved to the other table.

after a little while of nothing, the shot girl comes by. since i'm sitting alone with a beer, she asks me politely and quickly moves on to the table with 4 people around it. unfortunately, nitin is still really drunk, and decides to buy shots for all of us. now, these shots cost all of $2 each, and basically tasted like pineapple juice. however, it is very very hard to go sit by yourself after someone has bought you a shot out of the kindness of his heart.

soon after this initial test-tube shot (the shots were in test tubes), this cute asian waitress came up. i know this because chad kept saying "THE ASIAN WAITRESS IS REALLY CUTE", even in front of blair. maybe not that loudly, but he made a point of it. anyways, she asks if we want anything, and i somehow get an order of shots out for the whole table, and i give her my card for a tab.

first round isn't relevant, and neither is the second round except i guess mind erasers aren't supposed to be in tall glasses (thanks, drew).

actually, none of this drinking is relevant, except that everyone had 3-4 rounds and was very, very drunk when we left the bar. and that's when it got really, really fun.

we start on our way back towards where cabs are. chad mentions something about blair not being that hot, but we sorta ignore him, and he falls back. drew and nitin and i look for a cab, and we turn back and see chad kissing blair at the corner, maybe half a block away from us. now, given my behavior last night ("CHAD, WE'RE GOING HERE'S NITIN'S NUMBER") and my subsequent guilt, i thought we shouldn't interrupt chad. he knows where nitin lives, and he knows (as he repeatedly told me) nitin's cell number by heart. so we got into the next cab we could find, leaving chad in fanueil hall with blair.

in the cab, nitin and drew show their true drunken-ness. nitin starts talking about how REASONABLE the waitress was. she was just soooooo reasonable. i kept saying "that's a strange word to use", but nitin kept defending it. then he went a little overboard (he was very, very drunk and doesn't remember doing any of this) and started saying he could jerk off to people doing their job well. andrew tried to agree that people doing their job well is good, but i immediately called geoff and told him that andrew and nitin could jerk off to people doing their job well. drew and nitin got mad at this and started to try and grab my phone, which involved them hitting me in the eye and stuff. great, thanks guys.

then emily called. out of the blue! and while emily was on the phone, nitin kept calling her a bitch. not very nice, nitin.

finally, about halfway through our trip, nitin starts asking the cabby the all important question you want to always ask your cabby - "HAVE YOU EVER SEEN ANYONE FUCK IN YOUR CAB?!" he asked this about 4 times before the cabby said "some guy got a blow job once." the story continues:

he picked up a prostitute (niv: where, in chinatown?) yea, in chinatown, and he went to a motel and it was full so he couldn't get in, so the prostitute made him give me $10 and she gave him a blow job in the back of my car. it wasn't this car, though (as if we were concerned about that at this point) (nitin: did you mind?!) no, i mean, i got $10

nitin proclaims him to be the best cab driver ever. i can't really argue with that.

once we stumbled our asses upstairs, i call jen. quite drunk. i was being very cute (according to her), which is good. and yeah, i like her a lot. that's also good.

while i'm on the bed talking to her, nitin comes in to his bedroom and comes up behind me. i thought he was about to hit me on the head, but then he just collapsed on to the bed. i'm like, "nitin? nitin??" but he's definitely out cold. i go back out to the main room where drew is. drew ALMOST gets me in trouble with jen. and then i finally get my drunk ass off the phone. after talking to drew for a while, i remember i was going to call seidman back.. yeah, that was kinda silly. and then i talked to geoff a couple of times... i think i woke him up twice. which is awful.

anyways, all this phone talk killed my phone dead. the battery just went kaput, and it was off.

drew and i talk for a while, maybe 45 minutes, about just people and life and stuff. its really good, and we start sobering up and making sense, but then at 3 he just gets his ass in bed. i'm like, cmon, lets stay up and talk, and he was like "no, no, cut your losses". at about 3:30 i say "i'm never talking to you again" and i fall down on the couch. i pass out.

i wake up at some point and hear a beeping. this is awful, but i was drunk, so bear with me. i pick my head up but don't really open my eyes. it sounds like a smoke alarm to me. i sniff around. i don't smell smoke. i think to myself, this is awful, what if its really a smoke alarm and there's a fire? i sniff again to make sure. no, no smoke. mind you, didn't open my eyes. i'm back to being passed out.

at some undetermined later hour, i hear someone banging on the door. i go to open it, and its chad. he gives me a nice "Fuck you". "where have you been chad?" i ask, still dazed and tired. "i've been in the building for the last 3 hours" he replies. i can't understand what the fuck is going on, but i try to feel bad. he lies down on the floor and goes to sleep. i return to the couch.