jazz

i went out once, to get drunk. i met up with some people who i didn't really know and we went to a party where i didn't know anyone. once there i wandered around a bit to see if there was any way it could be fun and there wasn't. so i called a friend and went to meet up with her group. i found them wandering the streets. the place they planned to go was lame, so we wandered and then the group stopped and sat down on some steps in front of an ex-girlfriend of mine's house. an ex who i hadn't talked to in several months. i wasn't entirely comfortable with our resting spot, but i tried my best to look casual. a few of the girls in the group were busy networking on their phones, trying to find a destination. eventually they found one, which didn't sound too promising, but we went.

after traveling to the other side of the city, we arrived at a house where a few people were drinking, but it certainly wasn't a party. it was a crappy little house, and most people were watching tv. i wasn't drunk at all. there was strange talk of a party next door, so we decided to check it out. it was a "no clothes" party and people were dressed in duct tape suits, saran wrap, basically anything they could cover themselves with other than clothes. we obviously weren't dressed for the occasion, but we got some cups and after a few drinks the clothes shed easy and nobody cared.

the beer tasted of sweet honey and the music was a melodic jazz. it was an artsy/bohemian crowd, people who were about getting drunk and enjoying company. my friend and a friend of hers were getting hit on by this strange character who appeared almost thirty, wearing only a pair of skimpy red swim trunks. he was trying usuccessfully to show off. he pretended to dance, which the girls managed to turn into a dance off between the two of us. which somehow turned into me showing a girl how to swing dance, which lead to her showing me how to salsa dance. this deteriorated into me drunkenly spinning her around while she flailed and spun exuberantly.

after leaving the party we walked down the local bar strip, my friend, her salsa dancing companion, and i. we were drunk. the streets were full as it was nearing bar time. we heard some yelling as we meandered through the thick crowds. i looked up towards the source and saw a scared man and a fist in the air which connected with his head. as his face landed hard on the concrete the crowd spreaded some, but not entirely. my friend bent down to try and help him. his friends were off to the side on their cell phones, i dont know how i knew they were his friends, maybe they weren't. he was bleeding profusely and her hands were covered with blood from trying to help him. we left him with his "friends," who seemed to have allowed it to happen. we then went to a nearby apartment of this guy the salsa dancer knew, to drop her off, and so my friend could wash her hands. there were two guys sitting on a couch rolling a joint, one guy showed her where the bathroom was while we tried to explain why she was covered in blood. once she cleaned herself off, i walked my friend back to her place and then went home myself. drunk.