So what happened last night when I went to the annual Halloween rave - Monster Massive - with my Capoeira group?
- Even after all of our teacher Andres' "I don't do drugs" speeches, he had Kevin bake him a special brownie.
- Ian dressed up in nothing but underwear, a cape, and a Scream mask.
- Andres surrounded by hot chicks at the ATM only for Ian - again, in nothing but underwear, cape, and mask - to embrace him in a guy-on-guy sort of way in front of said chicks.
- Ian - in his underwear, cape, and mask - humping the windows of cars stopped in traffic.
- Jesse I in his Tarzan costume (nothing but jungle underwear) and I (in nothing but shorts) walking around downtown L.A. with black chicks hollering at us.
- Andres' special brownie finally kicking in.
ANDRES: (stumbling, trying to close the door) Whooooooooa shiiiiiiiit ..."
JESSE II: Do you have the keys?
ANDRES: (on the floor) Yeah I have the (giggling hysterically) k-k-k-keys ..."
- Taking shots of vodka before going in (it was Ian's 1st shot).
- A MILF passing by and asking if she could do shots with us.
- Andres, still trippin', doing an au (cartwheel) into negative role (recovery) into a mococo (1-handed back handspring) before getting dizzy.
- Me buying the 20-year-old Jesse I's drink for him.
RYAN (me): What's the strongest shot I can get for $10?
JESSE I: (a few minutes later) Whoa, I've NEVER had a shot this strong!
JESSE I: (another few minutes later) I am sooo fuuucked up!
JESSE I: (another few minutes later) I'm fuuucked up. I'm gonna go walk around.
The Capoeira pack!
Left to Right:
- Ryan (me, as Twilight's werewolf Jacob Black, complete with wolfpack tattoo),
- Ian (the guy who wore nothing but underwear, cape, and Scream mask),
- Kevin (borrowed someone's U.S. Marine pants),
- Jesse I (the I is Roman Numeral for 1; as Tarzan),
- Andres (the teacher, but no costume),
- and Jesse II (the II is Roman numeral for 2; as a street fighter).
Then Kevin and I went off to do the real raver shit. Met up with Brandon (a fellow PWG fan) and his friends. Then went to meet with Danny, former So-Cal wrestler King Fuji.
Kevin and I with Danny/King Fuji.
Someone from high school always finds me at these things. This time, it was Geoff. Haven't seen Geoff since Shannon's funeral not too long ago. We talked about how these stories (rave-related, for example) were going on about me among our former high school teachers.
Full circle. At last year's Monster Massive, Sassoon - the son of my 1st Martial Arts teacher - found me. This year, he found me again. I told him I went to visit like I said, but he wasn't there. He says he teaches Monday through Friday, 6:30PM - 9:30PM.
Then Kevin disappeared. Fuck. His phone was the only 1 between the 2 of us that was actually working. So I didn't find out until after the rave that the rest of the Capoeira group had been in the van for an hour, unable to get a hold of me. So embarrassing.
Andres drove. Got lost on the way home. Jesse II took over while Andres passed out. Got home when the sun was coming up. Slept.
Fixed my mommy's bucket that I shattered the day before with the waterproof cement. Caught the end of Church. My mommy and I ate dinner at Red Robin. That's a story for another time. I'm fuckin' tired.
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