mlah The “culture” that has evolved here isn’t conducive to sissies

April 11, 2004


Filed under: Humor — mlah @ 10:20 am

Mike is 21

i’m not talking about blackjack.

mike, one of my taekwondo instructors turned 21 this last tuesday. saturday, his step-dad threw him a little soiret.

just a little one.

Food was made, people were contacted, venues were set. and the party began.

now first off, remember, i’m not exactly 21 anymore. although i will on occasion claim to be 21, and i will often act under the age of 21. at least i’ve been told.

and i was by no means the eldest reveler on this night.

the day started off for me with some frantic phone calls.

i had the directions to mike’s apartment up in towson, md. right next to towson community college. i think they actually claim university status, but i figure any school who does not have a division 1 football team is only a pretender.

back to my story.

He only had 1 beer all night. he just kept refilling it
i had the directions. and the first stage of our festivities involved only us guys and were to occur in mike’s apt. the persons calling me for directions were the entertainment.

no i usually don’t associate with ‘entertainers’, and have had very little contact with them in the past. let me tell you. she was no rocket scientist.

and a quick side note. NONE of the girls in the pictures are ‘entertainment’. so no beatings please.

we were scheduled to arrive at casa mike at or prior to 4 in the pm. as the ‘entertainment’ would commence at 4. mike started drinking at 3. and made frequent use of his own facilities. sometimes in the front yard

so there we were. some 10-15 guys, in a college town. lots of booze (including the 250$ bottle of ‘Cristal’ he is holding in the top pic), and no dancers.

i was explicit when i was talking to them, that they were going north on 95 all the way to baltimore. then taking 695. we got the call at 4:45. they were getting on 495 (which loops around dc) and needed to know which way to go. after realizing they were at the very least an hour away, more likely close to 2 hours. we had to bail on the entertainment.

chris and steve made a valiant effort to introduce two randomly passing by coeds into the entertainment industry, but couldn’t quite close the deal.

Mike is ready to cut the cake

we relocated (unentertained) to casa vuong. where the food was located. and non-entertainement females were allowed.

the food was good. as usual. and the booze was plentiful. i made an effort to not overdo it. especially in light of my recent entry about guys who magic marker anyone who passes out. a bit prophetic wasn’t it!

there was the usual amount of smack tralking by all present. an impromptu poker game almost sprang up, but failed to materialize. probably for the better since we all had pockets full of 1$ bills…….

the graces graced us by coming, notice kristen pulling the small children away from mike as he cuys his corona cake. the arida’s came as well (that’s an arabic name, not japanese). jazmin was there with the rest of the cardio crew.

mike’s step sisters were there. jeanna, who i like to call crouching tiger, hidden smart ass, made it home from her prestigious u. somewhere in the midwest. it was nice to see her. thang (pronounced tawn) made it.

and of course the brew crew.

some irish cars bombs were improvised late in the evening. see some here and here and here and here. for those of you not in the know. an irish car bomb consists of three things. you put a full guiness in front of you, in a big glass. then you simultaneously drop in two shots. one of bailey’s, and the other of jameson. drink fast. it’s a shot.

i had 4.

mike had 3. and had been drinking since three. i knew he was going to be out soon. and i readied my camera, and entered ninja photographer mode. it was all just a matter of time.

or so i thought.

i waited and waited. all to no avail. it appeared i was to be stymied for the second time on this night. mike clearly needed more to drink.

but somebody noticed the absense of a key member of the brew crew.

it seems that one person. who i will NOT name. but his initials are Gene Hoffman, decided to take a little nap. just a little short nappy nap.

bad mistake


  1. Yeah, I did curse you guys so that the entertainment didn’t show up, so sue me. Anyways, my ideas were better for the party, especially my unheeded suggestion to draw a phallus on Gene instead of the Fumanchu. Ah, well. We’ll have more opportunities for face painting later (because Mr. Chien did declare that I would probably wake up black and sans eyebrows at my 18th birthday this november…) Anyways, great pics mlah.

    Comment by medium john — April 11, 2004 @ 12:06 pm

  2. Sounds like a great time-Looks like it was a great party!

    Remember, just because you’re older doesn’t mean you can’t be immature. At least that’s the way I always play it.

    Comment by og — April 12, 2004 @ 10:54 am

  3. Hey whose birthday is it next? We need to do this more often.

    Comment by medium john — April 12, 2004 @ 6:37 pm

  4. john, give it up. you’re not getting any strippers. not til your 18th

    Comment by mlah — April 12, 2004 @ 9:18 pm

  5. Awwwwww…

    Comment by medium john — April 13, 2004 @ 9:57 am

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