Most Likely Entry to Be Deleted…

DISCLAIMER 1: If you are not old enough to drink, then you shouldn’t be reading this as it may get explicit. Instead, go surf on Yahoo or disney.com.

DISCLAIMER 2: I have been very reserved and conservative in my blog entries. Mostly due to the fact that I have already broken several “rules of blogging.” Specifically, the rule #5 which states (http://www.tonypierce.com/blog/2004/06/how-to-blog-by-tony-pierce-110-1.htm):

Rule 5: dont tell your mom, your work, your friends, the people you want to date, or the people you want to work for about your blog. if they find out and you’d rather they didnt read it, ask them nicely to grant you your privacy.

Now, I’ve already told a few friends about this blog, so there’s no escaping that folly. As for them granting me my privacy, I would have better luck challenging the Pope to a game of streetball. So let’s see…..what should an in-experienced and not-so-thrilling blogger like me do? I could continue to write conservative entries that are carefully contructed to ensure they do NOT offend, expose, or humiliate others or myself. OR – I could throw all reservations out my stinking cubicle window, and go nutty with every indecent, unrighteous, and disgraceful detail I have been holding back. Sure – that will potentially lead to several people mis-judging me for my prior actions and some may even send hitmen after me. But, bottom line is they were never in my shoes, but are probably just freaked out by how close-to-home some of these topics really are to themselves. Well – enough chatter! I have decided I will gradually take this relationship with my blog to the next level. Gradually, that is. So don’t expect anything too juicy just yet.

Why am I writing this entry?

So – in the spirit of blogging openly, I was reminded yesterday of my Junior year in high school (almost 8 years ago). A particular night stands out. New Years Eve actually. At that time, I had recently just started going out with some girl – let’s call her “C3″ (long story!). She was from downtown, so inevitably, was a ‘ghetto chick.’ Not really. I mean she was not Queen Latifah or anything. But she had her ghetto-esque moments. At this stage in my life, or should I say this year of my life, I was more in that part-hoodlum, part-jock, part-abercrombie&fitch phase of my adolescence. Confused as hell, moreso about my style, rather than who I was. I remember C3 always wanted me to dress more thug-like and stuff. Don’t know why? I thought I was a pretty mean bastard even with my JNCO wide-legs.

Anyways, I remember I couldn’t hang out with her that New Years. because she was on lockdown with the parents for New Years (no boys allowed), so that was definitely out of the question. So I had made my own plans for New Years Eve. I was going to go with some of my friends to some NYE bash not too far from our town at some club. And since this was an Indian party, you had to get dressed up for that event as if you were walking down the red carpet to accept your Grammy. I hate that about Indo parties. But, nevertheless, I was looking pretty spiffy in my black suit and Dr. Martins.

So as my entourage rolled up to the club for the evening festivities, I got a phone call from C3. Actually, it was a page. I didn’t have a cell phone back then because they weren’t popular yet. Or more like I was a broke teenager. Regardless, I got in touch with her and learned that she had been able to convince her parents to let her spend NYE at a girlfriends place. Monster!!!! And it gets better. Then there was those sweet words that everybody loves to hear: “Come over.” More MONSTER!!!! Basically, her girlfriend’s parents weren’t home, and her girlfriend had invited her boyfriend to the house. So C3, not wanting to be the third wheel, decided to do the same. I told the entourage that I had some “business” to take care of and that they should go into the club without me. I would meet them later, because I wanted to just stop by and see C3 for an “hour.” So I dropped these blokes off, and sped over to see C3.

Why am I still writing this entry?

I eventually got there and to make a long story short – I left 3 hours later. Now I didn’t leave because it was late or because I had told the guys I would meet them two hours ago. Nope! I left because C3 wanted me to go somewhere I had never been before. Figure it out. Anyways, when she asked me this, me being the exceptional lad that I was, immediately panicked and told her I had to go because it was late and the guys were probably worried (?) about me. I couldn’t come up with anything better. Needless to say, I got out of there real quickly. When I got back to the club, I looked like a mess – - hair undone, shirt untucked, and feeling very flustered. The guys didn’t give me any shit though – partly because they knew what I had been up to for the last couple of hours. Guess that’s just an understanding guys have.

Moving along to the turning point, C3 broke up with me the next day! Why? Now, believe it or not, at that time, and until about 10 minutes ago, I had no clue why? It just dawned on me right now! Quite a chuckle. Ahhh….what a fool I was. It’s good to know that I haven’t changed much.

Not your usual blog entry, and definitely not interesting, but then again, nothing here is.

A good start towards throwing conservatism out the window?

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