Saturday 'Supdate

I'm reneging on my claim that the last blog was staying up. Actually I never really made that claim, but I did purposely leave it up to make a statement that my drunken take on things isn't always different from my sober take on things.

A bit of an explanation: Actually, I'm in need of one. I didn't get that drunk last weekend, I remember the evenings both fairly well, but from my take on things somehow I brought on waves of angst from a decent number of people without, as far as I can tell, really doing much to justify it.

Saturday I went bowling with Aaron, Jay & co, had two pitchers of beer with one other person (do the math) and then took off. Along the way home Brandon calls me up to let me know he's having a thing at his place, so I swing over there. Not too much going on, just a handful of people and a keg. After twenty minutes or so of being there I step outside to have a smoke with one of the girls there at her car because she wants me to hear some song off her I-Pod. After about two minutes guy from the party comes out and bangs on her window.

Dude: "What the fuck?"
Girl: "Hey! Hop in, have a cigarrette with us."
Dude: [stares at me for a beat] "I'm not sitting in the back, this is fucking bullshit." [walks away bitching about something]
Me: "Huh."

5 minutes later we head back inside. I notice a few... looks?... from the people in the kitchen. Hm. Ignore it, go and hop in line to use the bathroom. After a moment a girl comes out and stops right next to me, stares.

Me: "Hey, how's it going?"
Other Girl: [pissed] "So I hear you fucked a slut."
Me: [off guard] "You hear I... wait, what?"
Other Girl: [more pissed]: "You heard me!"
Me: "Wow, you're really drunk, huh?"
[guy comes over]
Guy: "Hey, is there a problem?"
Other Girl: [drunkset (that's like drunk meets upset, it's a new word. Deal with it)] "He fucked a slut!" [throws hands up]
Me: "Yeah, you realize I'd probably be in a much better mood right now if that were true..."
[Guy consoles Other Girl]
Me: [looks at empty bathroom] "Oh hey, I'm up. Thank god."

Hit the bathroom, hit the refill action, mill about. More people show up. Chris shows up. At some point a kid in the kitchen punches something. I don't even know. I make some crack at his expense that isn't very clever but seems clever at the time because hey, I'm drunk.

Kid: "What did you just say?"
Me: [repeats]
Kid: "What does that even mean?"
Me: "Hey, take a few minutes. I'm sure you'll get it."

Various pockets of drama start to break out. People are asked to leave. After about ten minutes I start realizing about 6-7 kids are dropping little comments at me when I walk past them, although most of them don't even seem to contextually make sense. One kid makes a crack at me which leads to:

Me: "Aw, hey, way to go! You want- [look side-to-side] You want a high five?"
Him: "Huh?"
Me: "Come on- High Five action!"
[he tentatively holds out his hand. I high five the shit out of it.]
Me: "Alright! Fuckin' High Five! Way to go, buddy."

Now I'm still not sure what this problem is these kids have with me, whether it was because I had stepped outside to have a smoke and someone started talking bullshit or if it was because I called out a friend of theirs on loving the propped collar. Either way, when I run my mouth, as it's said, I really don't do so with malicious intent. I'm an asshole--this is true--but not in the sense that I'm going to walk up to someone and say "Hey dickhead, [insert menacing phrase]." I'm just giving people shit the way I would give my friends or effeminate roommates (not Mike and Maya) shit. But I don't really pay attention to the fact that these are, in fact, not my friends or effeminate roommates. This is a problem that I'm kind of surprised has not gotten me in trouble. It's actually more often than not gotten people we don't want around to turn and walk away. (Case in point: "Aw man, holy shit. You know I can't wait for? Fucking Tetris. The fucking movie. Can you believe that?!") Anyway- apparently I take a few steps over the line this night and now this group of kids wants me to step outside. I'm unaware of this. Chris is a good guy and, from what I gather, essentially tells him if they're fucking with me they're fucking with him. For those of you who don't know Chris- he's much more of an intimidating guy than me. As hard as that may be to fathom- it is gospel truth. So the kids back off. At some point I catch wind that they were that irate with me in the first place and instead of being grateful to Chris (as I am and should've been) I'm far more annoyed at this moment that they couldn't take a joke. If they had actually came up to me and told me how pissed they were... well I probably would have said something stupid and made them more angry. But I'd like to believe I would've calmly told them to take a joke and no harm intended.

At about this point most of the people causing drama are quarantined or banished, Chris, a few others and myself are sitting in the kitchen drinking decent beer Chris brought. One of these people is Brandon's roommate. Didn't catch a name-- don't really care. I tried to play nice and I didn't get the impression she was worth a whit. Do you know how little a whit is worth? No, you don't. No one does. Earlier in the night pre-drama I was talking to Brandon and his roommate was sitting next to him.

[spawned off an earlier conversation. It's what we call a callback.]
Me: [to Brandon] Oh, is this your roommate?"
Brandon: "Yeah."
Me: "Hey, I'm Landon, one of Brandon's friends."
Roommate: [silence]
Me: "I saw your You Forgot it in People earlier and just wanted to give you credit, Broken Social Scene rocks."
Roommate: [curt] "I know." [flashes condescending smile]
Me: "...Huh. I think I'm going to walk back to the living room now."

Now, sitting with us at her kitchen table, she tells me and Chris we're the biggest assholes there. I can't remember how it's said but I believe it implied Chris was ok and I was just an asshole.

Roommate: "Well, you know, all scene kids are losers."
Me: [unsure of where that came from] "...okay?"
Roommate: "Hey, that's what you said."
Me: "Wait, I didn't say that."
Roommate: "I heard you in the living room before. 'All scene and indie kids are losers'. You said that."
Me: "Actually, I didn't, but if you do want to know my opinion of the average scene kid it's not very high."

This was spawned off a conversation I did have in the living room. A girl did essentially say what was attributed to me. What I actually said:

Me: "Um, you realize I'm wearing a black-overshirt with a pink logo, right?"
Girl: "Yeah."
Me: "That's about the same style."
Girl: "Well you're not like all those, you know, [makes quotations]emo kids and all those [makes quotations]scene kids."
Me: "Actually I think they're pretty much the same category."
Girl: "Huh?"
Me: "I think [makes quotations]scene is the broader category and smaller ones like [makes quotations]indie and [makes quotations]emo are under it."
Girl: "Well I don't like those people."
Me: "Yeah, I'll agree that the people who do it for style can get ridiculous. But hey, I'm wearing a Movielife shirt so I can't really knock them too much."

So by this point I had inadvertently pissed off the girl who lived there, a huge group of kids who thought I was being a dick to their friend, and a large chunk of random people who must have heard some bizarre rumor about me while I was outside. Although I'm pretty sure this last one was instigated by the guy who came out after us very irate, but he seemed to be cool with me after the night went on a little bit. Either way I decided to take off. I'm pretty sure I'll get another chance soon enough to finish the job. But if I'm going to be pissing people off I want it done right- next time I expect an angry mob to chase me down the street, brandishing pitchforks and torches.

(read: Chris: You should have a pitchfork and torch party)

I didn't mean to drag that out quite so much but hey- it's what I do. A vast majority of the people I'm talking about are on MySpace, so this could be interesting. I wanted to save time to mention that this weekend is Whirlyball on Saturday, or that I have tickets to see Jenny Lewis in March and it'll probably be the country-est concert I've ever been to, or the fact that I've been so sick the past three days I was a little concerned last night I was going to stop breathing and not wake up in the morning. Eh. What can you do? I can't go against the blog god and the blog god is telling me to go do something better with my time. Done.