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Warik
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The first 3 hours of the party saw me standing in a random spot watching my girlfriend dance to cacophonous music with incomprehensible lyrics. I was somewhat reluctant to lean up against the wall and dirty my sweater and pants, but due to the fact that they had already been attacked with small dosages of glitter, I decided to lean up against the wall.
Following those 3 hours, the party became somewhat interesting. I was able to obtain new data regarding a new experience - confrontation with a blundering drunkard. The peon, after consuming twice his bodyweight in alcohol, was making obnoxious comments, and performing obnoxious actions, to my girl. She was not pleased, and needless to say, I was rather enraged myself.
I confronted the individual.
Vital Statistics:
Warik - 5'9", 175lbs
Drunken Peon - ~6'2-3", 260+lbs non-flabby fat (if you can imagine it)
Warik: "Could you please stop bothering my girlfriend?"
Drunken Peon: "YO DAWG WE JUST HAVIN FUN"
Warik: "She is not. Stop."
Drunken Peon: "NO NIGGA I AINT INTERESTED. WE FRIENDS> I HAD HER IN A CLASS ONCE. I AINT INTERESTED DONT WORRY"
Warik: "Uh, yes. I understand, but she still doesn't want to dance with you."
Drunken Peon: "DAWG U GOT A PROBLEM? ???????"
Warik: "No. Go bother someone else, please." *turns his back completely on tall drunken fatso.
Interestingly, it actually worked. I suppose he did not find much entertainment in talking to a wall. He went along his merry way and participated in other more intellectually stimulating activities such as urinating in the bushes and pushing against one of the supports of the patio in a He-Man-esque attempt to cause the entire building to collapse.
He failed.
Later, he tried to beat up the DJ because he didn't like the music. Nice.
Afterwards, I made an attempt to dance to the jungly foolishness. Though I found my attempts to be neither impressive nor even remotely successful, the smile on my girl's face and the pleasure brought to her in the knowledge that I was attempting to ignore every last molecule of intellectuality I had left and participate was enough to cause me to enjoy myself.
Then we left at 2:30. I'm told the party lasts until 5 or something. Why must parties last so long? They should have had it in the afternoon.
After all, it makes more sense, doesn't it?
1) The neighbors are able to sleep.
2) No need for artificial lighting.
3) I get to go to bed early.
At least most of the company was nice. I was informed by some of them that they "had my back" if Mr. Psycho drunkie came back. Cool, I guess.
'Twas quite an educational experience.
-Warik
Following those 3 hours, the party became somewhat interesting. I was able to obtain new data regarding a new experience - confrontation with a blundering drunkard. The peon, after consuming twice his bodyweight in alcohol, was making obnoxious comments, and performing obnoxious actions, to my girl. She was not pleased, and needless to say, I was rather enraged myself.
I confronted the individual.
Vital Statistics:
Warik - 5'9", 175lbs
Drunken Peon - ~6'2-3", 260+lbs non-flabby fat (if you can imagine it)
Warik: "Could you please stop bothering my girlfriend?"
Drunken Peon: "YO DAWG WE JUST HAVIN FUN"
Warik: "She is not. Stop."
Drunken Peon: "NO NIGGA I AINT INTERESTED. WE FRIENDS> I HAD HER IN A CLASS ONCE. I AINT INTERESTED DONT WORRY"
Warik: "Uh, yes. I understand, but she still doesn't want to dance with you."
Drunken Peon: "DAWG U GOT A PROBLEM? ???????"
Warik: "No. Go bother someone else, please." *turns his back completely on tall drunken fatso.
Interestingly, it actually worked. I suppose he did not find much entertainment in talking to a wall. He went along his merry way and participated in other more intellectually stimulating activities such as urinating in the bushes and pushing against one of the supports of the patio in a He-Man-esque attempt to cause the entire building to collapse.
He failed.
Later, he tried to beat up the DJ because he didn't like the music. Nice.
Afterwards, I made an attempt to dance to the jungly foolishness. Though I found my attempts to be neither impressive nor even remotely successful, the smile on my girl's face and the pleasure brought to her in the knowledge that I was attempting to ignore every last molecule of intellectuality I had left and participate was enough to cause me to enjoy myself.
Then we left at 2:30. I'm told the party lasts until 5 or something. Why must parties last so long? They should have had it in the afternoon.
After all, it makes more sense, doesn't it?
1) The neighbors are able to sleep.
2) No need for artificial lighting.
3) I get to go to bed early.
At least most of the company was nice. I was informed by some of them that they "had my back" if Mr. Psycho drunkie came back. Cool, I guess.
'Twas quite an educational experience.
-Warik
Great Story, Warik!!
