Alright. Alright All Right. shrimp shack.
tear tear tare.
It all began when I picked up about 11-13 heady friends of Shanks'. It was a motley crew to say the least and luckily I made Lucas drive his car behind me to accomodate the rest of the drunk roving band of hippies. They had all just seen some hippie band and now they needed hippie beer to go home to a hippie party. Among the cast of characters were Julia the rolling dready, Brian (Shanks' friend from Berkley), Joey (who I have no idea who he was but everyone kept talking about him), a group of people I will henceforth call the nameless headys and of course, my favorite, Mike. But we'll get to him in a minute.
So I pack my car full of a band of nameless hippies, half of whom I think were rolling, and enough beer to stock Cheers while all the main characters drink themselves to death and Frasier's like "Noooo my spin-off got canceled!". Dammit I just didn't like Cheers that much... but I digress. I leave Lucas to fend for himself. Point of Order: Lucas had been really reallllly funny all night. Like more so than I've ever seen him. Cracking jokes and laughing LOUDLY, doing practically the entire dance break from Thriller, so I was like wow Lucas is fun. Lucas was drunk Jamie, poor naive Jamie. Flash back to the present Lucas is standing in front of the Civic Center with about 8 screaming hippies and 3 cases of beer and open containers everywhere. *Bweep Bweep* The Cops roll up. The hippies at this point are still drinking on the street and screaming for Wheels. No one knows where Wheels is. No one I know knows who Wheels is. The police proceed to ask the hippies to take it off the street. The hippies comply to the best of their ability. They drop a 12 pack of beer into a storm drain and stumble into Lucas' car. Lucas meanwhile is trying his best to look sober. He doesn't have his license, he left it at the house because he didn't want to get caught drunk driving. The People v. Lucas' Sobriety, People's Exhibit A. I have no idea this is going on, I'm already back at the house. Lucas eventually makes it home. Wheels never showed.
It didn't all really begin when I picked up the hippies. We had had another party earlier that night with just a bunch of rando people who came over. Some of my ex-coworkers from Scallions Restaurant were there. One was a douche and Mackenzie and Lena made fun of the other one for being thin and asian. It was racist. It was funny. I felt awkward. A couple of our friends from a few years ago Jon Eick and Dibbes were up. So festivities were in full swing in this enormous decaying yellow victorian mansion. We threw some beer bottles around, cause we found out that being drunk and throwing glass bottles on a tile floor is just the right combination of risk, reward and tension to entertain not just those involved, but those watching as well. Beer Toss is, in fact, a spectator sport. The douchebag I worked with came into the room and said merely "This is so primitive." He is an idiot. He also told Mackenzie that she can "Work for him someday" in response to her telling him that she is getting her Ph.D. in Chemistry. Idiot. It was a good night. And just when we thought we were getting into the wee hours and it was time to go to bed, I called Shanks. I wanted to stay out late after working a reallly long day at the Shrimp Shack.
I didn't think at all about emerging from the forest at the edge of the property, covered from head to toe in mud, soaked to the waist, holding 3 cell phones, 2 wallets, 6 dollar bills and a pair of black monochrome Chucks. I didn't even know that it was morning .
to be continued....
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