| The 21st Birthday Party! (January 11, 2008.)
I haven't been posting my field reports lately, because I'm a bitch. Too lazy to write them. SO, here is a very long report from the party last night. . . should curb any appetite for my shitty writing that you may have developed. Enjoy!
Last night I went with five of my best friends over to our buddy’s 21st birthday party at his apartment in Irvine. I’ve gotta say, it was the best party I’ve been to since the lingerie party back in October. Booze, women, and awesome party music prevailed throughout the night. . . no cops showed up either!
Goals I set for myself at the party:
- Be LOUD, be high energy, and the LIFE of the party.
- Work on getting girls to jump through MY hoops, rather than the other way around.
- Talk to everybody(even the wallflowers)!
- Work on immediate kino, continue it throughout the night, escalating as needed.
- Have fun! (Duh)
Here goes:
My day started out with class until around three in the afternoon. Whatever it’s class, but once three rolled around I was happy to be free. After I went back to my apartment to get ready for the upcoming party down in Irvine, I gave a ride to my roommate down to the Honda dealer so he could pick up his car which was having work done. That finished, my roommate and I said our tearful goodbyes, and I drove off into the sunset to meet up with my friends in Orange County.
We shot the shit for a while before driving into Irvine and grabbing some food. ETA to Party: 30 mins. Suddenly I get a call from my friend who is hosting the shindig. He asked if we could pick up ping pong balls for Beer Pong because he forgot to do it earlier. We agreed and explored the city for a Target, Big 5, or whatever. We pick up the ping pong balls at Target, doing our very best impressions of Christopher Walken the entire time. Very loudly I might add. Also very entertaining to us.
I get to the register, and look up at the girl. WHOA, she’s hot! Nice, I made the right choice of line.
HBRegister(HB9): Hi! How are you doing tonight?
Muse: Actually, I’m doing pretty damn amazing, yourself?
HBR: I’m ok, you know, work.
Muse: Haha I know the feeling,
HBR: Do you need a bag for this? *goes to place it in a plastic bag* (it’s six ping pong balls in a little container….)
Muse: Yeah, but you know what would be better though? At least like four or five bags for those.
HBR: *Looks up and sees the look on my face, realizing I’m fucking with her and laughs hysterically.*
Muse: Kidding, I’ll take those. But…how about some help out to the car? You didn’t offer!
HBR: *Still laughing hysterically* I’m sure you can manage.
Muse: No really, here’s what we’ll do: I’ll carry this side, and you grab the other. It’ll be a team effort!
HBR: *Laughs again and gives me the ‘I WANT TO PARTY AND GET THE FUCK OUT OF WORK’ eyes with some hardcore EC* “Have fun tonight guys…”
I didn’t think about it until after we left, but she was so open and into it I could have invited her to the party with us, having her join us after work. We were buying ping pong balls, cmon, she knew what was up. Haha. My AFC buddy turned to me outside, saying “OH MAN, did you see her? She was SO into you! That was money, man! Money. How do you do that?” I told him I was just having a good time, and we laughed it off.
Well I blew it at Target by not inviting that girl out, but my friends and I showed up to the party minutes later, so thoughts about 'what if's' quickly vanished. The five of us were the first ones to arrive, which was good because we got a chance to hang out with our newly 21 year-old friend and his roommates. We weren’t alone for long though.
Before we knew it people started pouring into the tiny apartment in groups of four and five. I could already feel this was going to be a fun night. Immediately I started talking to people, especially the single-sets who were standing around the edge being wallflowers(mostly dudes). This got me way into state, just being talkative, friendly, and having that 'let’s party!' attitude. A few of them actually stopped their wallflower-chodeage too, which made me happy.
I made my way into the kitchen, grabbing a beer from the fridge, and spotted one of Bday Boy’s roommates reaching for a Smirnoff Twist. He takes it, and another one over to a two-set both are HB6’s. One Asian and one Persian. I followed him over there and said:
Muse: Dude, I totally thought you were grabbing those for yourself, but obviously they’re not for you. I was going to tell you to switch out the chick drinks for a beer!
Roommate: Haha, no way man, I’m on my way to grab a beer now though.
Muse: Oh good man.
HBAsian: WHAT?! These are NOT chick drinks!
Muse: haha yeah they are! But it’s ok because you’re a chick, guys aren’t allowed to drink those.
HBA: No. They taste really good though!
M: I know they DO taste great, but if you’re a guy and you drink those when there’s plentiful hard alcohol and beer, you lose your testicles. Game over.
HBA: OMG that’s SO sexist! You’re an asshole! *Starts smiling* So what’s your name?
M: Good. My name is Nate, how about you two?
*After introductions and a little banter with both of them, I had them laughing but I decided my time would be better spent with higher caliber girls. Hehe, shallow, but we had a fun conversation. I politely ejected after another couple minutes* (BTW what the fuck? She called me an asshole and now she’s into me…hahaha I love how bass ackwards girls can be.)
I walked outside to the beer pong table and watched two of my friends play their worst game ever. I reffed the rematch and was just hanging out on the balcony with everyone when a girl approaches me. A bit of back-story on her: This girl is someone I’ve known for about two years now, but I only see her like once every six months. She has a boyfriend of three years, but I’ve never seen him, she NEVER talks about him, and our relationship is VERY flirtatious. However, out of respect for Bday Boy, who has serious oneitis for her. . .I’ve never made a move. Problem is, he’s had his chance plenty of times, only to puss out and never pull the trigger. He told me that if I ever make a move, he will kill me(not REALLY kill me, but he’d be really pissed off.) We’ll call her Meliana because she came dressed as Meliana Trump, matching Bday Boy who was dressed as Donald Trump. ANYWAY, my thoughts are getting scattered now, so no more backstory.
HBMeliana(HB9): Hey! What did you come dressed as? (It was supposed to be a costume party, but I just went in rockstar attire)
Muse: I’m ME with a beaded necklace! (Someone had given me beads earlier in the night, the kind you get for flashing people during Mardi Gras haha)
*She moves in next to me against the balcony rail, and I slide my arm over her shoulders. She puts her arm around my waist.*
HBM: Niice
M: Thanks, What are you supposed to be?
HBM: Meliana Trump, Donald Trump’s wife! Do you like my ring? It lights up! *Holds up her hand revealing a fake ring with a HUGE plastic “Diamond” on it, it flashes blue light every now and then.*
M: Meliana Trump? I think you look more like Vanna White from Wheel of Fortune.
HBM: I do NOT! *smacks my arm*
M: And yes, the ring is very cute. *I swipe it from her finger and put it on my own hand* Thanks!
HBM: HEY! Give it back!
M: No! *Cue playful wrestling as she tries to pry it from my hand*
M: *She’s stopped trying to get it back now* Ok, here’s the deal, you give me your best animal noise and I’ll let you have it back.
HBM: Oh my gosh, seriously? *Does a weak monkey noise and laughs*
M: That was AWFUL! Try again, but give it some HEART!. *She tries two more times still laughing* Ok, you’re bad at this game. You don’t get it back now.
HBM: *starts wrestling to get it back again, and accidentally drags my hand down so that it grazes her ass*
M: Hey! I’m all for you trying to get the ring back, but you can’t just try to get me to feel up your ass so I’ll give it back. That’s cheating!
HBM: Psh! Please, I don’t need you to grab my ass.
M: I’ll tell you what, five bucks and you get the ring back. Deal?
HBM: Ok! I’ll give it to you later. *I give the ring back and we part ways*
About an hour later, she approaches me in the kitchen and hands me Five dollars! They’re those paper, fake party money dollars, but I decided that works. She actually came through!
M: Nice! You came through, stuff them in my shirt so I can be dressed as a dirty stripper. *she does*
HBM: We need to take a picture tonight together.
M: Sounds good to me.
HBM: My camera just died though. . .
M: Ok, you go find a friend who has a camera and we’ll take a picture or two together. Come find me later.
HBM: Ok!
*I walked off to go mingle.*
A little later she comes up to me and is sporting some other chick’s camera.
HBM: Let’s take a picture!
M: Alright, come here. *I put my arm around her, and she does the same and snaps a picture*
HBM: Ooo that’s a good one!
M: Haha, let’s do two more. Let’s do a goofy one now. *She takes a picture and we both laugh.* Alright, last one, let’s make this one romantic! (Shame, that’s two canned things I used tonight…the animal noise, and style’s picture k-close routine)
HBM: I don’t know about that one…
M: Hold up the camera, it’ll be fun.
*She holds up the camera, I move in for the kiss. . .as we are about to kiss my god damned conscience kicks in. I realized my friend would eventually find out, and wouldn’t be happy with me. However stupid the situation I will NOT lose a friend over a girl. I turned my cheek, rejecting the kiss. This could mean the closing of a window here… I rejected her kiss. Not awkwardly, but still...*
I’m just going to go through the whole episode with her without interruption of other sets yet, because they’ll only further clutter the storyline. I’ll get to them but finishing off the interaction with this chick. . .
The party is winding down and my buddies and I are out on the balcony in front of the apartment having a Cancer. She opens the door and comes out to talk to us.
HBM: Hey guys! It’s been fun but I have to get back to my place.
Muse: Leaving so soon? For shame, I thought you were fun too…
HBM: I’m always fun! *Pretend Coughing* You guys are smoking? What a TURN OFF! It’s so gross!
M: Nah it’s good for you. Come over here and say goodbye. *motion towards me so she’ll move in for a hug.*
HBM: No, you’re all smoking, I don’t want the smoke to get on me.
M: Come off it, get over here and say goodbye.
HBM: Fine. *walks over, gives me a huge hug and a kiss on the cheek goodbye* Bye, tonight was fun! See you later.
M: Yeah, be safe on the way home.
*What the fuck? It happened a second time. . . she said she hated the smoke and it was a HUGE turn off, but still came over when I told her too and even gave me a kiss on the cheek. Was this shit test night or something?*
Anyways, that episode is over back to the middle of the party . . .
I was standing in the living room talking to a four set of all guys, no girls, no big deal, just making friends. Out of the corner of my eye I spotted this beautiful tall blond, around my height and had a great set of legs and tits haha. She approached ME! Well this doesn’t happen to me so of course this was pretty awesome for me. She had a Tiara on so I will dub her HBPrincess(HB8.5)
HBPrincess: Hi! What’s your name?
Muse: I’m Nate, who are you?
HBP: My name is ______
*I gave her a hug instead of a handshake going for kino right off the bat*
M: Wow, that’s a really unique name, I’ve never met anybody with that one before.
HBP: Haha yeah, I like your name too!
M: So what’s with the tiara *patting her head*? Are you some sort of princess?
HBP: Yes I am actually! No really it’s my birthday too.
M: No way! Well happy Birthday!
HBP: Thanks! Yeah it’s in a week, but I’m just calling this my party too.
M: How old?
HBP: I’m gonna be 21!
M: All right! High-five for the Birthday girl! *high five her*
HBP: *Laughs*
*We talked for a couple more minutes, but I wasn’t sure where to take the convo, so I ejected with a ‘We’ll catch up later’*
Next time I got to talk to her was when she was leaving. She said goodbye, we hugged again, and I told her to give me a kiss goodbye, pointing to my cheek. She does, and we part ways.
I approached a girl who was giving me mad AI’s earlier in the night. She had a very round ass for a white girl haha, but it was looking good so that’s just fine with me. We’ll call her HBBigAss(HB7.5). I had met her last year at Bday Boy’s 20th Birthday party, but it was names and a little banter, nothing memorable.
*This is out front on the balcony of the apartment where I was talking with my friends while they smoked coffin nails*
Muse: Hey! Didn’t we meet at Bday Boy’s party last year?
HBBA: Umm, You look familiar but I don’t know.
M: Yeah, we did! Your name is _____.
HBBA: OMG we did! How did you remember that? You’re good! What’s your name again?
M: Nope. You have to guess it, you’re the one who can’t remember.
HBBA: Give me a first initial at least! Pleaaaase!
M: Ok, but first you have to do something for me. Give me your best animal noise!
HBBA: *Laughing* OMG no WAY! I can’t do that! Just let me have your first initial pleaaasee!
M: Nope, you have nothing to be afraid of, it’s just me and our friends standing out here(referring to my two buddies whom she had met).
HBBA: Ahhh! Ok! But tell me what animal.
M: Let’s hear a monkey. But you have to get into it.
HBBA: OMG! *Makes a surprisingly good monkey noise*
M: NOT GOOD ENOUGH! Try it again.
HBBA: Ohh ok, but give me a different animal!
M: Tiger.
HBBA: *Surprised face, laughs and gives a big tiger roar*
M: *Now I’m laughing too because I didn’t expect that noise to come from that body* Ok ok, that was pretty damn good. My first initial is N.
HBBA: N…hmm… Nate!
M: Wow, you are good! Consider yourself redeemed. *Brought her in for a hug*
Had a couple more interactions with her through the night, but nothing super eventful until the party was winding down.
M: *Sitting on the living room floor, every one else is sitting too. Party is winding down now. I notice HBBA standing next to where I’m sitting.* Hey! Come sit down next to me, you look uncomfortable standing when everyone else is sitting.
HBBA: *Smiles* Ok! *Sits down right up against me and we put our arms around eachother.*
At this point, we’re making heavy EC. Moving in for the kiss in Three. . .Two. . . On-*I feel a pull on my arm*
M: What the hell? *look up at my stupid friend who yells “DUDE Come to the Kitchen right now take a shot with us!!” He literally pulls me away from her*
I was pissed, because I just got cockblocked by my friend who was too drunk to see what was going on… oh well, I figured the moment was blown, so it was time to get fucked up. We drank ourselves stupid after that, which was a shit load of fun. HBBA came up to me not more than ten minutes after this and said her friends wanted to leave and were taking her with them. I took a kiss on the cheek goodbye, because by this time I didn’t care anymore.
Through the rest of the night, there were a few more points of interest. I got approached by two more two-sets who called me “hot”. There was a really fun thing I did with a group of chicks who were taking a picture that got everyone at the party laughing. Some guys who went to the same highschool as my friends and I left the party looking up to us as gods hahaha(they actually called us gods lol). I got approached by a guy asking how I talk to girls the way I do, which was nice for an ego boost, but I’m really not much good at it yet. Working on that though. I got molested by three girls in the kitchen who decided that they just HAD to dance with me. I really upped my kino usage throughout the night, was loud, and so many people wanted my attention it was hard not to look like I had ADD. I greeted as many girls as I could with hugs, and left with four kisses on the cheek. No huge success, but I did spend most of the time at the party with my friends because some of them left to fly back east to their schools today, so the party was our last hurrah. I had an awesome time, and got to work on a few goals/sticking points of mine which was fun too.
Ahh, a sidenote. After HBBA left, my friends and I just started slamming back shots because all the beer was gone, and I wanted to get drunk. On the car ride back, my buddies decided they wanted to hit up a strip joint. I’ve never been to one before, and considering how fucked up I was, a strip club sounded like a great idea! We drove around Anaheim for fifteen minutes looking for one in particular, when we couldn’t find it we called 411.
That first call to 411 didn’t go so great, because everyone in the car started yelling strings of swear words (me included), so vulgar, loud, and magnificent that the operator hung up! Hahaha
The second call was the one I made. I got the little recording voice that said:
Recording: “What City and State please?”
Muse: Anaheim, CA
Recording: Alright, what listing?
Muse: FUCK (Insert two or so more swear words) MOTHERFUCKER!
Recording: Sorry I didn’t get that, please hold for an operator.
Operator: *Laughing his ass off* In between taking breaths he asked “sorry, what listing was that?”
Muse: Gave him the name and everyone started yelling strings of swear words again, but he gave me the number anyway, laughing so hard I could swear he was crying. Maybe he was crying…I’ll never know.
I got on the phone with the guy at the strip club to ask him how to find the place. I was civil and respectful, carried myself well with this one. Then I asked what the cover charge was. He replied that it was ten dollars, which I announced to the car.
My friends, decided that wasn’t going to fly. As if by psychic powers everyone in the car yelled “TEN DOLLARS?! FUCK THAT!!!”
*Click*
Hmm, that was way funnier when it happened. Oh well, a good end to a solid night. Like I said before it was the best party that I've been to since October, only difference was I didn't get laid this time hahaha. Tonight, and the last few nights, something is definitely different... I think I'm starting to get over my very outcome oriented view of sarging. It feels like I just don't give a shit anymore, I'm just having fun, and it's starting to get me results!
I also found it absolutely necessary to do drunken pushups last night to satisfy #7 for my 90-day challenge. haha that was ridiculous.
P.S. I'll try to stop being so lazy about writing field reports. This one was long, should tide you over for a bit. hehe.
Love forever and ever,
~Muse
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