but i made it home alive
tonight i pulled a trick (sort of) that i haven't pulled since i lived in nyc. first of alll as i was driving kime and i to the hollywood hills for a party i wasn't sure i was going to be that into anyways i thought, "hmmm....if i was in nyc i would just leave and get on the train when i was ready to go home". there's no responsibility of other people. but this was a whole different game. driving someone, it's a lot of pressure to have a good time. and sometimes you are in the mood for that and sometimes not. and i won't say i wasn't in that mood tonight. but this party, while fun for others no doubt, was no what i was really in the mood for.
so i pulled a classic ds circa the nyc days. back then if there was something i was sort of obligated to go to but not really in the right state of mind, or maybe it was at a bar i hated...if there was something i was not stoked on for whatever reason i had a patented trick. i would show up at the venue (unless it was more than a 10 minute train ride away or if it involved a river crossing, in which case i just wouldn't go) of the party. i would talk to the first couple people i saw that i knew. and then after a few minutes of casual conversation i would say i was going to get a drink. at that point i would just leave and go home. it was sketchy until you got to the corner. you didn't want to run into any other guests as you were bailing. but once you hit the corner you were in the clear and i would usually walk to st marks book shop and look at books for the next hour or so.
that's what i miss living here in LA. it's much harder to pull that move off. but i kind of did it tonight. although i didm say i was leaving... but then i ended up sticking around for 10 more minutes and then i found myself outside checking out the amazing house and i just thought "well... there's my car" and i left. sorry.
sometimes i am not the best partier.
and when i got home i was looking at this photo and decided that i am going to buy a turntable tomorrow. because if i could listen to SCRAWL "he's drunk" right now... i would feel great.
Just change your name to Dudd Scheid
Posted by: kime | April 13, 2008 at 03:11 PM
So, don't leave us hanging, what happened to Kime? How did she get home Sir Galahad?
Posted by: Gloria | April 13, 2008 at 04:53 PM
mom, if you read kime's blog you would see that she stripped to her underwear and went in the hot tub at 4 AM.
Posted by: ds | April 13, 2008 at 05:10 PM
Well Gloria, after your son abandoned his chivalry and left the party, I went into survival mode. I had no way home and had to stay for the long haul with my party pals. I begged for sleep but was denied. I therefore had to make the best of it, cause that's the type of lady I am. I will often choose a more optimistic approach, than your son. He chose to see the negatives about the party scene, while I opted to embrace being "stranded"
1. Free snacks and drinks
2. large home with patio
3 incredible view and hot tub
Posted by: kime | April 14, 2008 at 12:02 AM
Wow! That's my good boy. Put tempation behind thee!!! Is that picture on Kime's blog from her vantage point? The one where you are using your pointer finger? Just another hedonistic night in "Hollywood", eh?
Posted by: Gloria | April 14, 2008 at 06:23 AM
Scrawl followed by some blistering Digital Hardcore!
Posted by: Dave Martin | April 14, 2008 at 09:57 AM
no way dude. no way. that is some revisionist shit if i ever heard it.
i could understand staying at that sausage fest if you were a single girl (especially since the homeowner was a single guy) but at 1:15 am on saturday night when you've had 4 beers out of sheer boredom and are thinking about trying to lose you're ever expanding paunch and there isn't a hot girl (excluding the ones you have known for 12 years, naturally) around and you bail... THAT IS SURVIVAL MODE.
plus... we are all forgetting that i told you all i was leaving. oh my god. you might as well say that there really were WMD's in Iraq.
on another note....
dave martin you have a good eye. this week i'll tell you about the time Hanin Elias pointed a real gun at me and pulled the trigger.
truly DHC.
Posted by: ds | April 14, 2008 at 05:16 PM
Talk about bailing...talk about sausage party- what about sausage pizza party??
How about your pal of 12 years purposely booking a LEISURE trip flight the night of the BIGGEST LOSER finale. No pizza, no salad, no cookies...geez. I mean what have we been doing this whole season on Tues?
As for the sausage party, I understand. I would like to go on record that there was no suitable partners for me as well at that pad.
Posted by: kime | April 16, 2008 at 05:49 PM
what you describe is what I like to call the
gypsy fade and I do it all the time.
Posted by: worried noodle | May 09, 2008 at 10:25 PM