Peyton Boyd

So it was another Gekius kind of night/experience. The night started pretty chill with three shiner bachs at the Stoneleigh P. My Friday early evening staple. This was followed by dinner at Louie's with the hockey team. Great pizza... some bud lite out of a can and then it's time to go.

We head over to the Old Monk... drink some awesome Sierra Nevada. The Monk is bumping full of interesting people, then someone throws out that we should go across the street to Candle Room. Not really my kind of place, so all 6 of us guys head over there. At this point I'm a Stage 2 drunk (there are 5 stages).

Walk in to the candle room... wtf... is this a gay bar, because everyone here is a guy.. except for those 8 hot girls that wouldn't look my way if i pissed on their feet. Every guy there is a Cash McMogulson wannabe (aka typical Dallas stereotypes). A beer and two back to back tequila shots later i enter Stage 3. It is at this time that everything begins to get a little hazy. Another guy really wants to go to the grapevine... so me being in my drunken state say hell to the yeah and we make our way over there. We must have taken a cab, because i have no idea how we got there.

Walk into the Grapevine. Must be gay night again. My buddy and I order our typical drink at the Grapevine... two bottles of champagne. I'm not sure why he always wants this, I think it's because he wants to look cool. Several glasses of champagne... and i enter Stage 4. I now have stopped encoding memories and the rest of the night is based on what i heard and from the information in my phone.

Apparently i met a girl named Rachel. I have no idea what she looks like, but i do know that to night is her 10 year high school reunion. No idea what she looks like, but i do know that in my drunken state, an alpha mu could have looked like Britney Spears (in her prime... not post 2 babies and divorce).

My buddy's girl picks us up in the Defender. His girlfriend speaks about 15% English... and he speaks about 5% Spanish. So you can imagine that their conversations must be pretty deep. He tells her to drop him off and pick up some taco cabana for him and i got to go with her. Kind of strange if you ask me, i guess i figured he would just come with us... but no. Some how when i get the water... i drop it all over me... and my jeans are soaked. Great.

She drops me off... pass out. Wake up... naked. Apparently i just took all cloths off since i was soaking wet. I realize my phone is not with me. Fuck. Not again. It's 8 am. I was supposed to go running with someone at 8... oh well.. i'll go on my own so i can get my car and get my back up phone out of my car. I start running. It hurts more than hemorrhoids (just a guess).

I make it to my car... get my back up phone... activate. Call my buddy... he has my phone. Awesome. I pick it up from him. Open it.. and all the suddenly it says "Calling Mom". Um.. not now. Close it... open it... "Calling Mom". Maybe the phone just needs to be restarted. Turn Off. Turn on. Open. "Calling Mom". Wtf. This is shit. Take it to the sprint store. Apparently there is corrosion in the phone and it is not repairable. Fuck. 200 dollar phone down the drain. Worse things have happened.

I'm about to go out again... night two... here we go.