PKIII - 4/7/2001

First things first....

PEOPLE! When you are going to change lanes on the freeway in the pouring rain, would you PLEASE look over your goddamned shoulder and not depend on your mirrors!?

That came from when a dingy bitch in a Mercedes nearly took us off the road on the way home from PKIII.

So just what is PKIII you ask? It's Psycho Killer III, the last of the trilogy. They are parties that a good friend of ours throws every year. You go dressed as your favorite psycho killer. In the years prior I've gone as one of the Lost Boys, and also the very gothy Death. Other participants have gone as Alcohol, Ebola, Anthrax, God, Poison Ivy, Chastity, Johnny the Homicidal Maniac, Cruella DeVille, Sideshow Bob, the Black Widow (K this year), the really quiet guy next door, Vinny the Nose, Al Capone, Hookers, etc, etc. It was last night back at school, so we trucked down after work for the memorable event. Who did we go as this year?

Charles Starkweather and Carrill Fugate....... more recently depicted as Micky and Mallory Knox...... from Natural Born Killers. *smirk*

Heh....... anyway, drove down, hit LA riiiiiight at 5. Fabulous. Joyful. Had to make a stop in Pasadena. Driving down Colorado Blvd was still probably faster than the freeway at that point. Picked up a nice hat to go along with the outfit....... we had everything else basically on hand, and that was almost frightening in itself. Then we went to see K...... and meet Patrick.

He's actually pretty cool aside from the fact I was the last person to know about him. But after meeting him.... I'm not sure how much he knew about K and I *chuckles* I, however, held no secrets. At some point during the party, Cruella DeVille and K got into a conversation about hair color (somehow C started it). K's a fairly natural dark redhead..... proof being fire down below. K of course became modest in answering this question, and me, being the sensitive guy I am, blurted out "Oh yea" with a knowing smile....... directed at our new friend Patrick. He seemed a little shocked at first *chuckles* I think he now knows the relationship K and I had in a little more detail.

We get along pretty good, though, he bought most of dinner (piiiiiiiizza) for all of us and chipped in for a good portion of the alcohol. Treats K REALLY damn good, too. Much better than C2...... who's now an asshole because of it. But that I don't give a damn about. The booze intake started around dinner at 730......

Which lead to driving up to north campus (K lives on south) with both Patrick and C hanging off the sides of my Jeep while K and I were convinced Campus Security was going to pull my ass over (K, in fact, was nearly hyperventilating in his dress) because of the Pirate (or, bum buccanneer, as the phrase went for a while) and one-half of the Knox waving at those we passed as if we were in the damned Pope-Mobile.

And the party went well. Several alters were able to get out. And yes, DS, throughout the torture of a lot of hiphop they threw in some goth and techno especially for me and Amy....... and then of all songs the one about the bathroom floor comes on. Yes. He switched out for it. Just for you. And shyboi got the extended version of Closer with almost the entire floor to himself (though dressed up as the redneck from hell made it quite an amusing sight, I'm sure.)

At least being dressed as the redneck from hell isn't all that much of a stretch for me, I even gave you the proper accent. Not to mention I even got C onto the floor.....

Well, two bottles of Jim Beam will do that to her *chuckles*

But it was the sight of YOU in cowboy hat, worn out levi's and shitstompin boots that made everyone look twice *snickers*

Fucker. At least I went full out with the bottle of Jim Beam in my worn out barely hanging on by a thread back pocket. K and I fed each other pineapple shots, just for old time's sake (and, luckily, stayed away from sharing the sink and puking our guts into it). A lot of old friends showed up, and were very happy to see us. I haven't gotten that many hugs in a long time. Somehow my reputation is still alive and well amongst this crowd..... even strangers know who I am from the stories people tell. Thankfully they're all good stories *laughs*

Hell, one of our friends saw me, grabbed me, grabbed C and drug us (and our entorage at the time, which was about 5 other people, my cousin, Patrick and K) out into the field behind the dorm and proceeded to load up the pipe. Very cool. As if, by that time, I wasn't already at the point of completely disregarding the notion of a straight line. God I was blasted...... I needed it. I needed to get completely wasted, it was sort of a purging experience. Make a COMPLETE ass out of myself..... get it out of my system, and hopefully move on. Start rebuilding.

And after an....... athletic..... night spent in our hostess' room (sans hostess, she went home with a partygoer which left us an actual bed to sleep on rather than a couch which we were planning on), C treated me to a wonderful breakfast this morning at Carrow's *smiles* Never had an omelette and toast tasted so good. Though I'm sure we probably scared some of the customers dragging our hungover selves in at the lovely hour of 9.

Also spent my (our, whatever) collective allowance for the..... probably past two months *L* at a toy store. (Think about it) and drove the two and a half hours home. It was a good night. A much needed night.