Sip

So for a while now I've been thinking of stories to write about and this one seems to stand out, as it has a right to.

It was a random night in a little town called San Francisco. My roommates and I had made some arrangements to meet a couple of people at a bar downtown. Ready to get our drink on, we walk into an all too crowded bar where we were met by a ton of Asian folk (don't get me wrong, there is a place in my heart for everyone) and a ton of gangsters ( the type of people who remind me of home...NorCalers) I make my way to the bar and order myself a vodka tonic, my first thought is, "wow this drink is $9 it better be good" after one sip I'm thinking to myself...this could put a baby rhino on its back! Just what I needed to get myself through the night. A couple drinks in I am ready to practice my Jewish white girl moves on the dance floor. Bored of the crowd my roommates and I make our way to a Mexican restaurant to grab some midnight nachos, where I go on to convince them that I once held a job at the Garden of Eden right down the street. I was skinnier then and needed the money.

We make our way back to the first club to find our other roommate who we left there. We find her mingling with the "hommies" sipping on gin and juice...laid back. Making our way up the stairs my roommate Sarah turns to me with a look of surprise on her face and she whispers," that's the first grill I've actually seen in person!" and I respond, "It won't be your last."

There is dancing going on/ attempts to keep their pants up, when all of a sudden a crash...the smell of Hennesy fills the air. I step back to observe the scene only to laugh at the thought that I have just entered a Mac Dre music video (if he was still alive). Distracted by a rush of people, I notice my roommate Sarah the center of attention having slipped on this puddle of Hennesy. Gangsters waddle to her aid ..."grrlll, shoooot, you ok?"

After "the slip" we try our best to lay low for the rest of the night. We make our way outside, in hopes of a taxi to take us home. While waiting I meet a new friend who goes by the name of "Ry-Dawg" we talk and I pretend to be interested. A Cadillac bounces around the corner and when I say bounce, I mean literally bounce...music pumpin' car bouncing. "Ry-Dawg" interrupts the conversation with himself to tell me that his ride has arrived to come pick him up. I go on to laugh out loud, literally, thinking this is the best joke I've heard all night. He then turns and hops in his ride. This is when I finally realize I have to get out of this place.

Sarah and I post up against the wall waiting for our ride...a taxi...way not cool compared to a bouncing Cadillac, when she turns to me and says, "Is that guy wearing a kilt?"
"Yes....time to go...where is the cab at!!"