Sunday, March 12, 2006
Saving Dre Day
What a freakin' night.
Today was Dre's birthday and he was supposed to play a show with his band, Burning The Memory, at Wild Spirits in the city. It was also Figgy's birthday, he was one of the dispatchers at my job and he was having a big party as well.
The original plan for the night had been that we'd go to Dre's show and then head out to Figgy's birthday bash at The China Club for a little while before meeting up with Dre again.
We'll... none of that happened.
Nick, the band's singer, got sick and they had to cancel the show. Dre was pretty bummed out about that so we decided to save Dre's day.
After much debate on what to do in honor of Dre, we decided we'd go bowling and then head out to Sal's house to finish off the night. We went over to Whitestone lanes, and while at the bowling alley, Kiko called and said he was at Wild Spirits.
Whoops. I kinda forgot to tell him that the show had been cancelled.
We decided to meet up at Main Street and then go to Sal's house. We waited for my bro Kiko at the M Lounge and it was then we realized that we could have gone there since the beginning, since Dre wouldn't get carded because my boss owns the freakin' bar. Duh.
The first thing Mike says to me when I walk in is, "You fall again and you're fucking dead." LMAO. He was madd cool though, he took care of Dre. Free beer and a round of Patron for all.
Well after waiting about an hour and a half with no call from my bro, we decided to just go to Sal's. We stopped at Taco Bell on the way and Saltzman almost killed the drive-thru clerk for getting the order wrong. Once at Sal's we had fun just telling stories, drinking, and smoking hookah.
Kiko finally called around 2:45 to say he was at Woodside. He sounded madd drunk, so Mando and I went to go pick him up. When we got back to Sal's we had two drunk Barbosa's, since Tommy and Fern had gotten Dre all messed up.
We left shortly afterwards to drop Rachel off and then Dre, Kiko, and I went driving around Long Island to let them sober up. We ended up at the Freeport Nautical Mile where Dre tried to pee on the ducks and Kiko did silly dances to a Nina Sky song.
On the way back home Dre got sick and he puked in front of the Freeport Public Library. It was one of the funniest things i ever saw in my life.
Dre says, "I gotta puke."
Kiko responds, "Aiight, kid! Let's do it!" and pops his door open and starts making himself gag.
Dre starts puking and then Kiko finally makes himself puke just a little bit and says, "Oh lookie, I made three little puke spots!"
We leave and then Dre pukes again in front of some store on Sunrise Highway while NC Police watched us from across the road. We jetted and continued on home.
Kiko insisted on White Castle so we stopped by while Dre slept in the car.
On the final stretch home, Dre starts making puking noises again and instead of opening the door he rolls down the window, but only halfway and pukes all over the inside of my car.
Kiko, instead of helping the situation starts making fake puking noises to try to make Dre wanna puke more and I turn around and see Dre puke all over my window and door again.
So, now I'm upset and I pull into the parking lot by the Malverne Rail and start cleaning the mess with my car wipes, while wearing a pair of latex gloves and using my pen light in order to see better.
Well... as luck would have it, Malverne PD rolls up on us and we look like the guys in Pulp Fiction who had just accidentally shot the nigger in the head. I freeze as the cop shines his spotlight on me and says, "What are you doing?"
I turn around, hands to my side and respond, "Cleaning Puke."
"You been drinking?"
"No, sir, not I."
"You're the driver?"
"Yes, sir." as I turn around an continue cleaning.
"Where do you live?"
"Here in Malverne," I respond as I bend down to wipe up some puke on the side of the chair.
"You always carry those gloves around with you?"
I hold up my hands and respond, "Yeah, actually, I do."
He looks around and ponders for a second and asks, "You almost done?"
"Yes, sir, 5 more minutes."
"Ok... don't leave a mess," and drive's off.
Lazy ass cop. He should gotten out and checked us out. I could been lying.
What a freaking night. Well, at least Dre had fun. I'm gonna have to teach him about throwing up from inside cars though. Maybe Salty can give him some pointers.
Today was Dre's birthday and he was supposed to play a show with his band, Burning The Memory, at Wild Spirits in the city. It was also Figgy's birthday, he was one of the dispatchers at my job and he was having a big party as well.
The original plan for the night had been that we'd go to Dre's show and then head out to Figgy's birthday bash at The China Club for a little while before meeting up with Dre again.
We'll... none of that happened.
Nick, the band's singer, got sick and they had to cancel the show. Dre was pretty bummed out about that so we decided to save Dre's day.
After much debate on what to do in honor of Dre, we decided we'd go bowling and then head out to Sal's house to finish off the night. We went over to Whitestone lanes, and while at the bowling alley, Kiko called and said he was at Wild Spirits.
Whoops. I kinda forgot to tell him that the show had been cancelled.
We decided to meet up at Main Street and then go to Sal's house. We waited for my bro Kiko at the M Lounge and it was then we realized that we could have gone there since the beginning, since Dre wouldn't get carded because my boss owns the freakin' bar. Duh.
The first thing Mike says to me when I walk in is, "You fall again and you're fucking dead." LMAO. He was madd cool though, he took care of Dre. Free beer and a round of Patron for all.
Well after waiting about an hour and a half with no call from my bro, we decided to just go to Sal's. We stopped at Taco Bell on the way and Saltzman almost killed the drive-thru clerk for getting the order wrong. Once at Sal's we had fun just telling stories, drinking, and smoking hookah.
Kiko finally called around 2:45 to say he was at Woodside. He sounded madd drunk, so Mando and I went to go pick him up. When we got back to Sal's we had two drunk Barbosa's, since Tommy and Fern had gotten Dre all messed up.
We left shortly afterwards to drop Rachel off and then Dre, Kiko, and I went driving around Long Island to let them sober up. We ended up at the Freeport Nautical Mile where Dre tried to pee on the ducks and Kiko did silly dances to a Nina Sky song.
On the way back home Dre got sick and he puked in front of the Freeport Public Library. It was one of the funniest things i ever saw in my life.
Dre says, "I gotta puke."
Kiko responds, "Aiight, kid! Let's do it!" and pops his door open and starts making himself gag.
Dre starts puking and then Kiko finally makes himself puke just a little bit and says, "Oh lookie, I made three little puke spots!"
We leave and then Dre pukes again in front of some store on Sunrise Highway while NC Police watched us from across the road. We jetted and continued on home.
Kiko insisted on White Castle so we stopped by while Dre slept in the car.
On the final stretch home, Dre starts making puking noises again and instead of opening the door he rolls down the window, but only halfway and pukes all over the inside of my car.
Kiko, instead of helping the situation starts making fake puking noises to try to make Dre wanna puke more and I turn around and see Dre puke all over my window and door again.
So, now I'm upset and I pull into the parking lot by the Malverne Rail and start cleaning the mess with my car wipes, while wearing a pair of latex gloves and using my pen light in order to see better.
Well... as luck would have it, Malverne PD rolls up on us and we look like the guys in Pulp Fiction who had just accidentally shot the nigger in the head. I freeze as the cop shines his spotlight on me and says, "What are you doing?"
I turn around, hands to my side and respond, "Cleaning Puke."
"You been drinking?"
"No, sir, not I."
"You're the driver?"
"Yes, sir." as I turn around an continue cleaning.
"Where do you live?"
"Here in Malverne," I respond as I bend down to wipe up some puke on the side of the chair.
"You always carry those gloves around with you?"
I hold up my hands and respond, "Yeah, actually, I do."
He looks around and ponders for a second and asks, "You almost done?"
"Yes, sir, 5 more minutes."
"Ok... don't leave a mess," and drive's off.
Lazy ass cop. He should gotten out and checked us out. I could been lying.
What a freaking night. Well, at least Dre had fun. I'm gonna have to teach him about throwing up from inside cars though. Maybe Salty can give him some pointers.
