So tonight was Dine Out for AIDS night….and Meharry hit the Southstreet Steakhouse and Crabshack like a pimp on a five dollar hoe (yeah I used that line way back in the maroon tiger days).

They were NOT ready for what they had to offer. So Mike and Dominique gave them ample warning that we were bring the funk. Like 40 people’s worth of funk….well we doubled that! They had their best Tuesday night ever.

We had a good as time. Well….I had a good ass time anywhere. I took a shot with Rachel! I took a shot with Darryl and Dominique. I got in trouble for laughing at a joke about TPN…hey it was funny man I still love you though Dr. Eckard!!!!

I realize this is lackluster compared with other drunk blogs, I don’t think I’m as drunk as I’ve been in other drunk blogs to my credit, otherwise I’d give a shout out to the MILF and a few others….for now I’ll be cool, my babies!

These are the elements of another memorable night of karaoke (see Nile I spelled it right this time).

The days events actually started with a lunch outing with the homie and wartime consigliere D. Hall and Dr. Major (that’s fine) at McDougal’s. In the ongoing battle between Otters and McDougals for best chicken fingers in Nashville I think I have to give the slight edge to McDougal’s. I had a hangover from the previous night so I didn’t drink any beer or finish my food, but it was still all good.

I went home and enjoyed a nice nap and then prepared for the nights events feeling pretty refreshed.

When we arrived at Lonnie’s, Paul was on stage performing one of his many songs for the night.

People gradually started to arrive and I got a bucket of 3 PBR’s and 3 Bud Lights. The comedy ensued.

Some of the highlights (or lowlights depending on your perspective):

- Doshandra, Tiphanny, and Alana doing a Destiny’s Child song, punctuated with Doshandra pulling a Beyonce and leaving the group early.

- My rendition of Radiohead’s “Creep”

- Ahmad’s version of “Wild World”

- Me and Dr. Major doing “Baby Got Back”

- Me and Ahmad’s “Nothing But A ‘G’ Thang”

- The two white dudes who did “Get Low” (HIGH COMEDY).

- Phil doing “Don’t Stop Believing” with me doing air guitar.

- My Ole Blue Eyes “It Was A Very Good Year” which made the hostess request no more slow songs.

- And finally me and Paul finishing with “Forgot About Dre” after someone stole Regulate from us…by far my worst performance ever….

At any rate I had a great time, I hope the video that Dr. Eckard took never makes it’s way to the web, but somehow I think it will!

So yesterday I was doing my do. I ran into the one known as Anya. Me and Anya have an interesting friendship. It oscillates, but generally I really enjoy her company. She’s a funny chick. Anyway she saw me walking to one of the buildings and pulls her car into a parking lot and tells me to get in. I pretty much will do whatever she tells me to do so I did. We went to walgreens to drop a prescription off and then sat in her car and talked until it was time to pick it up. Then I got a call from H saying she wanted to go look at a place and wanted me to come with her.

H arrived a short time thereafter and we went to go check out this townhouse/duplex/whatever it was. It was really nice. I feel for H because she’s basically been spending ALL of her free time the past month or so looking for places to live. She really, really liked this spot though so we went and pulled Baby J (who was on call) away from the hospital to look at it, but the dude couldn’t make it back to show so all she could see was the outside.

Somewhere during all of these events I made an executive decision that H and I would drink a high number of beers, because she deserved it. After parting ways, we went to the Farmer’s Market and tried various Jamaican sodas as a prelude to our drinking. We stopped at the Beer Store and got the six pack tour of Germany which had 6 different German beers and a six pack of sweetwater 420. We made a stop at Fatoush to get some food so that we didn’t drink on empty and then made our way to Centennial Park.

We posted up at the park and sat in the car with the windows down listening to music and talking and what not. At one point H decided to feed the geese some trans fat infused fries. She decided to do this while the geese were on MY side of the car. I had JUST got done telling her a story about how I got chased by a goose when I was a kid and how I was scared of geese! She laughed it up at my paralyzing fear! I’m going to get her back.

Time passed, we drank more beer, when finally we got a call from the dude again. So we end up calling Baby J and getting her boyfriend to ride to the spot with us so he could evaluate the crib for her. He said he really liked it, so we’ll see, I know H is tired of looking at spots, so I really hope this was it for them, but who knows.

Anyway, after looking at this spot H called Jahana to make arrangements to go drink some Jack and sing kareoke. We get to her boyfriend’s spot and his crib was BALLERIFIC. He is my new hero….for real. We drank a few glasses of Jack (some of us had coke….not the Killa though, you know how I do!) and then headed to the one spot to do kareoke, but it was already over at the one spot, so we went to this country joint downtown. We ran into the one known as Lawbreaker and he joined in.

Now, I usually only like to kareoke at home or in the presence of SMALL crowds, but after a few drinks I ended up doing Eddie Murphy’s “Party All the Time” with Killa ad-libs thrown in. After awhile I crossed from reasonably drunk and fun to obnoxious as I started a “Fuck Hillary” chant. H warned me that she wasn’t going to have my back in the ensuing race riot so I eased up a bit. See I’m not TOTALLY a lost cause!

After awhile we ended up heading back home. It must have been like 3:30. I had a test today. I think it was worth it though. And….what’s on deck for tonight? More of the same!

Shout out to Geoff, Dave, George, AJ, Jr, and the rest of the FAR Crew. Wish I could be there this weekend! Next year!

So I officially can no longer hold my liquor.  Not only that, the next day (which today is one of) I’m NO good to anyone.

Take last night for instance.  I actually did some predrinking with a little beer, then some Jack.  Then I got to the spot and ordered a Maker’s on the rocks and took my obligatory jello shot (I mean they were free, come on!).  That was summarily followed by more drinks which usually would do nothing for me, but not last night.  Last night I had a rather precipatous fall off, complete with a visit from the nefarious one known as Earl.

The last few drinking episodes have been kinda like that actually.  I’m losing it.  I’m not the same guy who can float a keg in a weekend!  What happened to me man?

….large portions of drunken nights disappear.  I hope I didn’t say or do anything untoward.  I probably did.  Oops I did it again!  I usually don’t have the problem of blacking out, but this past time I definitely did.  I remember barfing after taking a shot or something, but like, I don’t remember much else.  I know I’m missing my Sopranos.  I think I remember what I did with Ferris’s Day Off.

I don’t think I did anything I would regret, all the concerned parties are still talking to me.

See the things you have to worry about when you drink too much!  Kids, don’t become a drinker!  Just trust me on this one!

"Wake up Saturday morning and I got a headache
I can’t believe that I’m sick from all the shit that I drank
*last nite* Soon as I felt it comin on
I should quit, it’s true that a drunk ain’t shit
To the man up above, the whole thanks I give
I’ll never drink again if you just let me live
Mike P spoke to me and I said I couldn’t call it
Call it Earl like a mother while I’m grippin the toilet
I need a 7-Up, because my head is spinnin
Round and round I think I better sit down
My homey Shot is alright, but I’m feeling faint
I guess he’s used to it, but a nigga like Quik ain’t
K is on the phone, and Teddy’s at the door
Some fine ass bitches comin over at four
(I thought you ain’t drinkin no more) Yeah right
Because as soon as they come, we doin the same ol shit *tonite*"
- DJ Quik "Tonight" Last Verse

Last night as I walked up 4th Ave. from kicking it at Graham Central Station and drinking more than I should have, I told the crew, "I’m sleeping all day tomorrow."  I was basically like, "Fuck Cinco De Mayo, fuck the De La Hoya fight, and fuck drinking ever again."  The combination of sleep deprivation and drunken belligerant Killa is NOT good.

But once again the words of DJ Quik ring prophetic, as I’m up, I’ve made calls to the appropriate parties and well….we’re gonna end up at the spot watching the fight and I’ll probably be in drunk Killa rare form!  What a life I chose to live!

Wouldn’t that be jacked up if I had OJ make this side blog and then I only wrote one entry in it?  Well y’all the Killa is starting to make the transition from "functional alcoholic" to filthy degenerate.  Well maybe not filthy, but surely a degenerate.

So last night I was celebrating with the homie Candice a.k.a. R.B. (hahaha!!) who had finished her last subject board.  We went to one of her classmate’s place to have some predrinking before presumably going to the Flying Saucer.  Pre-drinking kind of turned into the main event as one beer became two which became a rum and coke, which became another rum and coke, which became ANOTHER rum and coke before we decided to roll out.  It was all fine by me as I was having a pretty good time.

So we headed to Barcar where we met up with some of the other 2nd years.  More drinking took place and folks this is where things start to get hazy.  Before we know it, we are out in whatever section of Nashville Nolensville Pike is in.  I don’t recall exactly how we made it home or how I made it to my apartment.  I guess now is a good time to mention that I was supposed to get to the hospital at 5:30 this morning, just like any other morning.

Think I made it in?  If you said no, then your powers of deduction are intact!  I slept until 8:30 actually!  Class started at 8:30?  See the problem.  Luckily Dr. Hills is NOT an asshole otherwise I’d be in BIG, BIG trouble.

So ummm….I’m taking a hiatus from the drinking for awhile good people!

will i sing a song like this…

my grand ma and yo grand ma… sittin by the fire.

nigga calvin you can delete this… but here goes your side blog sir. blam.