A night out
Published: August 1st, 2006Isn’t it lovely when an awesome night of food ends up in the back of an alley after minutes of regurgitation?
Amazing food.
Horrible consequences.
I leave to a hookah bar at about midnight. Have an alright time at this one (Habibi at WestWood) but the thing is, this hookah bar sucks to me. The hookah is usually harsh as hell compared to other places I’ve been to. It was funny though because our waiter was just turning 21 and seriously intoxicated on probably several substances. He kept on giving us refills on drinks for free and new hookahs. Either way we kept complaining that it was harsh as hell and then he changed it finnaly to something that was alright. This guy had a 190 hookah’s at home, and he said he doesn’t use it for anything but weed. Congrats 190 hookah weed man, I applaud you.
So anyway, it got hot as hell and it was about 3am so we were off to go back home. People have to work, sheesh.
As we get to the corner this old guy is pushing a wheelchair and he’s like “PUUUUUSH ME” - I was like “uhh…” *To be generous or not to be*
“Please puuuush me”
Okay, so Sean goes to push the guy and he yells about calling him a taxi. I knew this was a bad idea. I say I don’t have a phone, Sean does the same. But NO - Jon on the other hand actually says he has one. What a ditz, obviously he knew we had cell phones and said we didn’t for a reason. What a dumbass sheesh! Not to mention that this old guy starts smoking weed in the wheelchair while Sean pushes him, we’re like WTF?! This guy starts screaming where is his taxi and I get iffy because he gets up looking in his bag, what if he has a gun or a shank? Never know these days.
So we kick him in the leg and run (Just kidding) - Jon continues to call a taxi, then he lies eventually acting like he’s talking to one. Jon says “Okay, your three taxi’s will be here at the times you ordered” (Yes the old guy made him call 3 taxi’s, one for his whore in hollywood, the other to come back to westwood, and then the other to pick him up and take him to buy some marijuana at Santa Monica. Notice this is all at after 3am, wtf? hah)
Then we kick him in the leg again. (Oh yeah, JK again)
Run away in the car and jet off while the old man sends an RPG rocket at our car. (Yes, except it was a box full of… god knows what)
What a fun night. :-\
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