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Clubbing Package Pt.2. (The REAL) Watty in a ClubMain Plot Starts Here
Mission accomplished: Didn’t drunk-cry this time! Thanks guys!
People Drunk-Text, I Drunk-Email
I brought with me all the alc I sneaked into the borders from China. It was some 40% wheat liquor. I have a tolerance, and my chaser is water.
Nikki’s got a cozy place — a 2-bedroom apartment, decor on wall, TV on play, stuffed animals scattered on the couch. I finished my drinks, and my head was starting to feel numb. We were vibing to some afrobeat house and playing this number game: we count from 1, and the person who gets a multiple of 7 needs to clap instead of counting. The rules will be customized as the game goes on.
The drunkness got me to reveal my true self — I kept checking my final grades and Gmail. I got an email from my COSI 131A (OS: Operating System) TA, Archer, for my PA4 Submission Confirmation?! And he asked if I want to be a TA, and “wouldn’t be asking if he thinks I don’t qualify” — HELLO?!
I’d call that the highlight of tonight (nah). Pierce, do you remember how much we suffered in this dame class? We are like 2 homeless people who show up to classes and recitations just to vibe bro. You were always on some random ass games, and I was always submitting my AI-generated cover letters. I never told you there were times when I studied 3-4 hours of OS every day, reading the textbook that looked like Latin for a solid week, along with everything else messy going on. You know it, but my test grades have always been mediocre. I will never get over when you said “taking the rear…” Hell yeah we were taking the rear and vibing in those recitations. Did you finally get your C set up on your PC? Do you still remember malloc? I sure as hell don’t.
I never believed I could be solid in CS classes, but dude, a TA inquiry from a TA who is hella smart? Ok, guys, let’s just pull up to the club with this email tagged on my chest. Your fresh 21-year-old potential OS TA is getting wild with the girls tn.
I used my last bit of sobriety to email Archer back. The sentences were scattered in pieces, but luckily they made sense. Sorry Archer! I checked my grades one more time — A-?! I got an A- for my OS class?! GOD DAME! Guys, I am drinking not to release my stress, but to CELEBRATE. I screamed out loud into Bhakti’s left ear, so loud that I think the couch just shivered.
“What? What??” Chase, Bhakti, Nikki, and Nupur all poked their head towards my phone.
“I got an A- for my OS class!” I don’t remember if I was tearing up, but my voice definitely cracked. I have never felt nerdier, but the girls were hyping me UP. Girls help girls, lads. Girls are the best. Chase said, Nanthy, that's so good!! Bhakti said, Nance, that’s so great! Nikki said, let’s go!
Girls.
Time for more shots, and I did have more shots.
Ended up spamming Archer with two more emails, including screenshots of my grade and test comments on PA4. It’s ok… At least I’m not sending other things…
Chilling, but Actually
We were on the guest list, but the guest list had a line that was even longer than the general admission line. We were shivering in the cold, chilling but actually chilling. I was clinging to Chase’s arm like a keychain. Memories were in pieces. I remember Chase and Bhakti telling me about seeing the Brandeis Soccer Team. Small world, bad luck?
Finally got in. I started running to the bathroom at least 5 times in a row, and that was how I sobered up. Magically, my body just works like that. Ok, now the alc is gone, the munchies started coming in. I was devouring the pretzel I got with Chase. It was so delicious that I started nodding when I ate it. I remember trying to stuff it inside my purse… But why… I guess I was still drunk…
Yummm.
DJ Played Fisher
I forgot the name of the club. Grand? Royale? Basement? It was the second club that we went to that night. I was trying to vibe with this DJ. The crowd loved him. However, I was quite unfamiliar with the latest American hip-hop mix. I should expand my scope.
As I was contemplating how I should become a walking Spotify master list, the DJ played Fisher’s Ocean. Man, I went crazy. I started jumping so hard that I think my elbow hit Bhakti, and she just silently moved to the front — Sorry Bhakti!! I was jumping so hard as if I was doing a HIIT workout before the gym closes. Oh god, hahahaha, I am losing some words right now, because after Ocean, the DJ played Stay. 2 Fisher tracks in a row? Sir, are we like related or something? I tried making eye contact with him — you are a fking G!
Happy lad.
That was a thing I noticed in most commercial club nights — just know the crowd and play some bangers… Techniques matter, but not that much for a general audience. I hypothesize that everyone has a bit of ego regarding their own playlists. Music taste should be diversely neutral, like IDEs! But we are talking about drunk people here. Raving would be another scope, but long story short, just be selfless and serve your daddies and mommies…
A guy in front of me was holding his phone up, with the screen displaying 4 words:
John Summit, Zelle 30.
I was DYING. I felt so bad for the DJ. Some DJs really don’t like song requests. Please don’t ask me why. I was one of the people who annoyed a DJ because I kept asking him to play Lonely Dance. Remember that Jiayi? Sweaty Shanghai nights.
It was 2 am. Suddenly, the lights were all up. Party’s over! People left like moths from a flame. While we were just about to leave, a guy tapped on my shoulder and asked for my name. I think he might have tried to hit on me… Maybe?? One way or the other, I gave him my DJ business card. He seemed very confused, but took it.
I gave my card to the DJ group as well. I have handed out so many cards. 0 response. But that is ok. Trial and error.
Good night!
Next Up:
Clubbing Package Pt.4. Palm Trees, Mau P, Fisher, and A Frog (Intro)
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