Now for the actual blog.
If you couldn't tell I had a shit time and whatever time I spent then would've been better spent anywhere else. This troubled evening started when I went to catch the bus to where this party was. Unfortunately the prior bus left like five minutes before I got to the stop (I was basing things off an earlier ETA on Transit), so I ended up waiting for another 20 minutes for the next bus. Except that bus never showed up even when Transit said it would. I waited for a few more minutes, as I waited I saw a GTR speed past me, even at the speed it was going I could tell from the rear end and taillights. I'd recognize those anywhere. Anyways after a few minutes of waiting I got fed up and checked my bus system's janky website to see if there was a bus coming my way, only to see an ETA of... 19 minutes. Pissed off, I just walked a couple streets back down and called an Uber.
The address they gave on the invitation was jank af. For starters, I ended up arriving at not an apartment but a random bar a street ahead. Despite this clearly not being the right place I walked in for a minute or two so that my Uber would finally fuck off. I then walked a street down and saw an apartment building with the same number, but it looked like nobody was there. I ended texting the guy who invited me what gives. He told me to use Google Maps... where the photo of the building points to the obviously vacant apartment, and the directions lead me to that exact same building. But it's whatever, because he arrived in a party bus with a few other people I knew. Turns out the building was right behind me through some narrow alley-way, where it was labeled as [BUILDING NUMBER HERE] 1/2 like some fucking Harry Potter location.
The place itself was pretty small, especially for the amount of people packed in there. The lights were off and blue lamps were placed on top of the kitchen cabinets for ambience or whatever. A couple of speakers were hooked up to a MacBook blasting rap music, none of the songs were made by SNCA gangly 18-23 year olds from any "underground" artists so I had no idea what I was listening to. Off to the side was a brown couch with a TV, there was a fat model PS4 and a Switch 2 hooked up to it. There was a college football game going on the TV between UPitt and VTech. The score was pretty close between the two teams, but UPitt secured the victory when VT fucked up a 36 yard field goal at the last second. Good game, too bad it was ruined by how smeary the picture was from the TV's dogshit motion smoothing. The other open room was set up to be a studio. Pretty standard setup, there was a Pioneer DJ turntable, an Audio Technica LP120 turntable (which I mistook for a Technics like a dummy, but I looked it up and it's still a good one, Audio Technica seems to be on a wide spectrum from Chinese trash to actual products when it comes to them), MIDI keyboard, soundproofing, the works. Just imagine your average small studio and it probably looked similar to that. The party was hosted by this wigger guy named Ryan. As he was touring the studio he was showing off his silver grills he got installed.
And well... honestly that's about it. I did not really have any interesting conversations outside of this. Like at all. I just stood around for the most part. I had a few drinks, two beers, one of those shitty vodka mixed drinks (I think this one had grapefruit), and one of those canned margaritas. Oh, and a shot of Don Julio. The closest thing I had to a conversation was with a guy I've known for a year. I told him I was going on vacation to Japan with my parents in a couple months which he said was pretty cool. He then told me he was trying to work on making drinks and asked me if I wanted something. Personally I'm more of a raw beer type of guy but I did say I liked pina coladas, which he said he didn't have any materials for making here, but he did say he'd make me something. He then asked me what me what I did in my free time. This is especially strange because he's known me for an entire year, and I do see him semi-regularly. Unfortunately, saying "I talk to people on niche websites and listen to SNCA niche music" isn't really something that's particularly marketable. So I just sort of awkwardly mentioned the PS3 I've had for a while (and tbh I haven't had much time to play on, hopefully once this month passes I'll have some spare time) and he sort of brought up you could get PSPs and Vitas from there, I told him already have a hacked Vita from there.
Some more foids came over eventually. I ended up talking to one of them for like 30 seconds about wanting to leave this area before another guy began showing her pictures of his cat and I fucked off. I then hung around near the guy who invited me here and two other foids who came over. He asked me how I was doing, I told him I was having a good time. He said he was completely wasted and wouldn't remember anything by the next morning. They were are all drinking from some bottle of liquor. I tried taking a sip from it myself, but then the two girls started staring at me funny, and without saying a word, I just took my hand away. Unfortunately, I think those two foids work at the same company as me, so remind me to avoid them when I can. Not that that'll be difficult.
Eventually around 1AM people started to slowly leave or talk about fucking off. Now I knew this would be the right time to dip, so I just called an Uber and walked without anyone really noticing. The guy who invited me to the party told me to text him when I got back, I did just that when my Uber arrived back at my apartment. When I got home I made myself a hot chamomile tea and popped two ibuprofen. I looked online and it said that you SHOULDN'T do this until the morning after, but Google was being a bunch of pussies because I got through the next day just fine.
Ultimately, this night was a wash, and I really only have myself to blame for it. Outside of the internet I'm a guy with a lack of an interesting and unique personality, and I can barely hold any sort of conversation, let alone start one. It'd probably be in my best interests to pick up on some normalcaca hobby or interests of some sort, but I never have the motivation or drive to do any of that. I'll probably never be invited to any of these again, or maybe I will, I mean the guy who invited me was so fucking wasted I might just end up with another invite. But I'll probably think twice about accepting this time, love my mom but fuck what she thinks.
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