After Action Report
.......(4pm) So basically the afternoon started with making some beats and drinking a room temperature' d bud-light. Black, being stubborn requested that his new-castle be chilled. After experimenting with some sample and other weird shit I had on my MPC for a year, and drinking our single beers in the midst of my small, cramped, and stuffy ass room, we decided that food would be a proper choice at that particular time.
(6:00-6:30pm)... El 7 Mares Restaurant, where we ate carne a sada burritos and drank a "Chavela" (this drink L-train hit me up with, it's made with Tecate and wine with celery and carrots.... You gotta try it) and talked about how many thing we could possibly do in the Volvo.. Fucking a chick on the hood being the best, and tinting just the front windshield being second best. Black pretty much chugged his Chavela, and me being a responsible driver asked black to finish my drink...(supposedly I'm a vagina?? but they where in mini-pitchers! ).. After "finding myself" in the siete mares restaurante and Him explaining how Santa Clara is poppn' off on Wed. Nights meaning there is this chill ass spot in Christina's Apt. building where we can play pool and watch random dudes play grab-ass in the kitchen, and there's just hella white gurls (probably doing White-Gurl) running around like it's the O.C.?!... so we decided to hit up GUY!
....(around 7:45ish..) Sitting on Guy's couch watching Planet Earth (Forests, which is actually pretty good, especially when the baby birds free-fall 30ft with a thizz face thinking they can fly). We got the word from Guy that Christina would not mind babysitting us for the night.
9pm- Black drinks two "road sodas" in the volvo on the way to Santa Clara..(Coors Light)
10:15pm- Get to Santa Clara, bust out the Ghetto blaster and head the the Apt's. Into Christina's room.... we chug about two beers. The man "Vince" and his bro arrive at the Apt. We head out to a show at the Bronco, meaning we bring the Dark the the Light(us being the only minorities on campus). We are welcomed to what looks to be an old re-run of Laguna Beach... Dude it looked like a goddamn Jack Johnson funeral.. Christina bought us free food(thanks for the cookie). After herding out the Bronco like a bunch of immigrants exiting the social security place by straw hat, Christina thought it would be a good time to start the party on the 4th floor. Plus cops with tasers would of probably kicked us outta there anyways, so Fuck Jack Johnson and his gay ass Sub-culture of vagina's and cargo shorts that look sand blasted and are tapperd at the ends... Shit's Weak!
11:30pm- 4:30am On the 4th floor beats were bumping and we started a couple of pool games after Christina spanked Black and Vince's bro. Vince and I took victory after a long ass battle for last shot. After the games we started to talk about sports, Vince expectedly turned into "John Madden" and carried an hour long entertaining conversation about almost every sport known to man!(Vince, you need to start throwing bets, you'd make hella scrilla) Basically everyone got hungry, so i came up with the idea of baking brownies using a rice cooker, white people's food, and utilities. I also boiled some white person's prawns witch were gone in a matter of seconds. We came across two dudes that we're pretty chill. (some dude from Hawaii, and another dude from Carmel who looked like Ozzy's son on Roids) They were actually pretty cool... Fuck, ok so we ate hella other people's food. I pull the uncooked brownies out of the oven and had the idea of letting them cool down right in front of Guy(not the best idea). Guy immediately sticks his hand in the hot ass rice cooker with melted ass fudge brownies, fucking hilarious! anyways we just got hella drunk and listened to hella good ass TAPES! Not really any female action, but supposedly those two dudes grabbed each other's butts in the kitchen??? fucking ehh, weird ass dudes.. I don't know i didn't see it? We made another beer run and seen hella minorities at this bar across the street, Vince wasn't to happy about that bar(some birthday shit or drama there?). We go back and get Shmamered even more and pretty much Black cooks the rest of the Prawns and leaves the whole bag with two Prawns left in the bag in the freezer(asshole). So guy just throws the bag away, explaining that it looks better if the whole bag wasn't there(possibly stolen)? We clean the whole fucking place up and head to sleep in a study room across from Christina's room.
5:00am We go to the truck and pick up the sleeping bags. Guy really wished he had Gold Bond at about that moment. Luckily I had an industrialized size of Gold Bond in my car so i kicked a handful down to Guy, then Black felt left out so i Kicked him down a handful then Him and Guy gave each other High Fives with that same hand. After Gold Bonding we went to the room and I started to pass out.....
5:30am Black decides it would be a good idea to call everyone on his phone... Me noticing the smear of left over Ball powder on his sweater, I told him to call everyone and tell them about the the leftover ball powder his drunk ass left on himself... We all smelt like Prawns and faint smell of minty gold bond still lingered the area, or maybe it was my hand??
This shit was hilariously, and ridiculous.... Mad props to everyone that joined, Thanks Guy and Christina. Hopefully this won't be the last After Action Report of Wednesday Nights. Focho has been blessed with a new event @ Santa Clara University