Blog 8 - Twink and the Crying Drunk Man

So, my friend Mike* has a tendency of trying to bring people into our core crew of friends...and it never really works out well for him. This is one of those times.

Mike used to go to the gym with this guy Justin** and invited Justin to come hang out with us. We were going to some club in Clifton called 46 Lounge, I believe. It was a nice place. Mike also invited two other chicks from his gym out. So it was myself, Mike, James*, two random chicks and then one of James' friends...I shall call her Tay. Everything is kicking and cool. Justin is dancing with one of the two random girls, Mike and I are bouncing around all over the place and James is cooling because it was the birthday of some girl he knew. I decided I wanted a drink, so I'm at the bar and I find myself on Justin's right. This is where the whole night goes to the lefthand side.

Justin has both of his hands covering his nose, so I'm just thinking he's wiping away sweat. He ordered some drink and when he did, I looked at his face and it kinda looked like stone. He puts his hands back up and I see his eyeballs leaking. So, I try to pull his arm down and it's not moving. Clearly that time in the gym is paying off because his arm is like a rock. He downs his drink and orders another one. And he's still crying. I tried to ask him what was wrong, but alas, I got no answer. He downed drink number 2 and is still crying. Not sobbing, but if you saw him, you knew he was crying. The bouncer saw him.

Bouncer: Is he aight?

Justin: I'm good

Bouncer: *looks at Justin's face* Nah, bruh. You gotta go

Me: Damnit, lemme go find Mike and James

So, I think the first one I found was Mike.

Me: We gotta go. Justin is getting kicked out

Mike: WTF?! Why???

Me: The bouncer saw him crying at the bar

Mike: He saw him WHAT?!

Me: Yep. Lemme go find James

I found James too. And the convo pretty much went the same way. We're walking outside and Justin gets into a minor argument with a bouncer. So, we got an escort of about 5 bouncers out of the club. In the parking lot, Mike is trying to figure out wtf is going on and here comes lil Tay...with her loud voice, talking about how Justin is too damn big to be crying at the bar. I can't disagree because he's like 6'0, 220...all muscle, but still. Some things you should just think and then let it go. That was one of them. But she kept going on for about 5 minutes as Mike tries to calm Justin down and get him in the car. It worked and Justin got in the car with the two random girls. EYE, however...got in the car with Tay in the front seat and she would NOT shut up about whether or not she was a whore. She also made the mistake of touching a black man's radio and almost got her hand chopped, but that's a different story. This whore questioning started IN Clifton...and continued down the Parkway, down Route 1 until we got to my house...and I snapped. I'm not sure if the discussion then turned into how I'm a bitch...but she stays away from me now.

Moral of the story...don't cry in the club unless you want to ruin everyone else's night by getting kicked out.

*I changed their names because I like them

**I didn't change his name because he got us kicked out of the bar