Blog before the party.

Things that made me laugh this week:

Prejudice,

“I’ll have a pack of Marlboros please,” Ash said tipsily to the young Filipino guy behind the counter. We were on our way from a party to another one at Brian’s house and we stopped by a convenience store. Nicki and Cassie were wrapped up in a drunken jackassery of taking crazy-angle pictures with the innocent counter boy. He was torn between grinning toothily at Nicki’s cameraphone and addressing Ash’s question and giving her a puzzled look. His resulting expression made him look like he was suffering from a toothache.
“Ah, saan ba dito–ay, teka.. ” he scratched his head and laughed sheepishly. He placed black, red, green, gold and blue Marly packs on the counter and said to Ash, “What you like, Miss? What your preference?”
“She prefers girls! Sorry dude!” I said and we giggled like drunken loons.
The counter boy handed Ash the reds. Ash smacked him on the face.

Be polite,

Across the lawn my 6-year-old brother Gian was teaching our golden Lab how to sit by sitting on the poor dog and yelling commands like “Zuo! Sit!” but Zack merely collapsed on the grass under my little brother’s weight with a huff. Gian took a piece of meat from the patio and used it to lure Zack into sitting up. After Zack would get up, Gian would coax him into sitting on command again with a chorus of  “Zuo! Zuo! Zuo, bai chi!” as if the dog understood Chinese. After several repeated efforts, Gian plopped on his butt on the grass facing the dog and said resignedly, “Qing zuo, Zackie-boy.”
The dog finally sat down and wagged his tail.
Qing zuo = please have a seat.

Way to be optimistic,

“Ohmigod I’m pregnant! Ohmigod ohmigod ohmigod!”
“Babe, calm down. I’m sure it’s nothing–”
“Fuck you! Shut the fuck up, you did this!”
“I know, and I’m not leaving you okay? I’m not–”
“My mum’s going to fucking kill me! I’m fucking–”
“Get a grip Samantha!” I interrupted her. Samantha was drunk and her boyfriend was having a hell of a time calming her down. Our little house party was going fine until Samantha guzzled down shot after shot of tequila telling us that she was “trying to kill it”. We were wondering what she meant until she finally burst out that she was supposedly pregnant.
“Are you absolutely sure? Did you test yourself?” I asked her. She was slumped against her chair sobbing hiccups and shook her head at me.
After rolling her eyes, Ash stood up from her seat and sighed, “You’re worrying over nothing. Stop crying, I’ll get you a test.” Ash went to her parents’ bedroom and came back with a pregnancy test. She handed it to Samantha who stood up. She held it in her hand and stared at it then fainted.
Everybody was on her in an instant, trying to wake her up. I grabbed the pregnancy test that had fallen to the floor. All over the packaging were pictures of babies.

You know it’s a party when,

I wasn’t really in the mood to go out. Everyone was at a superclub’s re-opening and I was still in dishabille in bed. I texted one of my friends who told me only 30 minutes ago that she had just arrived at the club.

Me: How’s the party?

Lex: idss frkcng cookn asewme

Me: i’m going right now