Well what's there to say about a night where you get home at 3am, sober, and your face hurts, along with your abs, from laughing so hard that the entire city of Chatsworth hears you snort? Who knew Chatsworth could be so much fun on a Sunday night.
For the second time in 11 years, a group of old (sorry guys, we are pushing 30) friends from high school finally cleared our "busy schedules" to make a dinner date filled with Mexican food (gotta keep it close to our CP roots), margaritas, shots, and potential flan fights. Some people I've seen here and there in the last few years, a few I haven't seen in the entire 11 years since graduating! And I don't think any one of us has changed one bit.
Los Toros didn't know what hit them and I'm fairly certain they regretted sitting our party at the front of the restaurant. Our poor waiter was the biggest trooper, with all the retarded requests we attempted to make.
After eating all of a 1/4th of a quesadilla (there was no time for chewing and swallowing when there were this many personalities at the table cracking jokes non stop) we settled on McGs bar "down the street". First of all, mr. Patel, 5 blocks is NOT down the street, but the walk back after the bar more than made up for the proximity.
The entire decision process of what we wanted to do after dinner, I wouldn't shut up about karaoke...and low and behold, McGs just so happened to have some of that goodness happening all night looong...alll niiiight.
After a few bad attempts at getting mr. Hipster-sexual to do Tina Turner's "proud Mary" (at the request of Leif), we finally convinced him to get to the stage with something far less entertaining but equally as funny. And god bless his soul, he belted out "Don't stop believing" with the help of Alecia and Mo...thank you girls..I will, indeed, keep believing!When we managed to scare off the only two hot guys in the bar, it was time for last call and to stroll our way back to our cars. Some of us were completely sober, some were crashing into light poles, and a few were comfortably in between.
And the walk back was hands down the most epic time of the nights. Between Raj(u) slamming straight into a pole (and then telling it to keep walking) and him showing off his urban ninja moves (with the help of leif's Norwegian burly man muscles) he managed to do some impromptu Parquor which included a full blown walk up a wall with a back flip...only to land in leif's open arms. In his later attempt, Leif snoozed and Raju ended up flat on his ass yelling out "dude I thought you were gonna catch me!!!"
Just like rainbows, I see these mofos once in a great while after the rain washes us all out. And I can't thank them enough for being such amazingly great people. Rejects of class of 2000 CPHS...let's not wait another 11 to show off the urban ninja again, k? K.
And to the guy in the hat that killed every song he went up to do, and promptly left after starting a conversation with us? Dude, call me. I had to go pee, it was nothing personal.
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