Zero had invited me to this party on Saturday.
It was on this street that shares a name with a major Carmichael thoroughfare, so we all thought it was close, but no. It was in friggin’ South Sac! So I got all ready and headed down there. I really shouldn’t have gone because I had a lot of homework to do, but it was my payday weekend and I felt like having fun.
Got down there, had a few drinks, met everyone. We talked about literature for an hour or two and then Zero decided to like fall asleep in the other room.
I met Derek, a friend of Zero’s, and we talked about Milan Kundera for a while… apparently The Unbearable Lightness Of Being is lame and I have to read another one of his novels. I don’t know… I mean, he had a great style and all but I felt it was lacking in depth. Anyway, at around midnight Zero fell asleep on the couch and left me kind of awkwardly reading The Onion on my phone.
Two hours later I’d burned through the entire stock of articles on the Onion’s AV Club before falling asleep myself. I would have just left, except for that I got waaay drunker than I had any right to get that night. Well, I bought a bottle of Stoli and I wasn’t going to see it go to waste. I mean, I didn’t drink until I puked or anything, but the more drinks you have the longer it takes to get sober.
I woke up at about 4 AM, and the person that was supposed to give Zero a ride was still totally drunk. I said my goodbyes and headed home. It was one of the the coldest drives I can remember in a long time, and I had my full gear, leather jacket and cashmere-lined gloves.
Still, I’m not quite sure whether I think it was a good idea to go to the party or not…I mean, it was cool meeting Derek, it’s rare meeting people that have read more than me or read things I’m interested in.
But it was a faux pas to fall asleep on the host’s couch. Well, I had a good time, that’s all that matters.
