Surrounded by at least thirty grown men, all of them with liquor on their breath, anger in there minds, ready to pummel the first person to make the wrong move. Backing up slowly, 4 anxious men, with their back to the street, have a feeling in the pit of their stomach that they have no choice but to go down with a fight. There’s no way out, and they have absolutely no idea what they did to trigger this anger, but it doesn’t seem like anybody is in the mood to talk. Sounds like a movie right? Perhaps a scene out of Pirates of the Caribbean 3? Well this is just a recap of one crazy night that I have chosen to share with all of you. Some of the names in this story have been changed for privacy purposes
It’s a late Saturday night, my friends Orpheus, Bo Vice, Olehan and I, all looking for a spot to hang out, and get our party on. It later comes to our attention that there is a party at the Jamaica Estates, here in Queens. Orpheus insists on heading out to this party, because he wanted to go out and have fun, and it seemed like the place to be, seeing as everyone we knew was going to be attending this party. I, on the other hand, warn them that I do not attend parties in Queens, because I do not enjoy the quarrels that constantly happen at these get-togethers. Olehan is slightly neutral in the decision, because he did not really care where he went, as long as some liquor was in his system. After a few minutes of Orpheus and Bo Vice insisting on heading out there, I reluctantly agree. Having an ominous feeling that something bad would happen tonight, I decide not to join in the alcoholic festivities in which my associates take part, not that I would in the first place. Well, seeing as I am not drinking with them, they take it upon themselves to finish up a bottle of grey goose vodka, and half a handle of Giorgio Vodka split between the three of them. They were very inebriated, to say the least. Now, I do not have my license, therefore I cannot drive three drunken men to a party which I do not know how to get to. So we ask a good friend of ours, Monica if she could drive us to this house party. She abided. So we’re on our way to the party and after driving around the estates, we finally find the street that the house is on, and pull up to the front. It looks slightly crowded, so Olehan, the most composed out of the three drunkards, asks me to go to the door and see how it looks. Orpheus gets out immediately with me and walks to the door, assuring me that he is “sober as a duck.” We walk to the door, and the guy at the door immediately tells us it was thirty dollars a head to get in. We both turn around in an instant, me walking back to Olehan, who is telling Monica to go find a spot to park down the street. Orpheus and Bo Vice are over talking to a few girls in a circle smoking, asking if they knew any way we could get into the house without paying thirty. The girls tell them to go and tell the bouncer that they were smoking and already paid. In an ingenious move, Orpheus and Bo Vice turn right around and walk up the lawn back to the door, telling the bouncer their incredibly seamless story, stating that they were already in there. (This is two minutes after he had told us it was thirty dollars to get in.) From there I knew it would get bad, because the bouncer must have felt insulted by Orpheus for trying a trick so ridiculous on him. After continuous arguing on Orpheus’ part, because Bo Vice is so drunk he couldn’t think of anything to say to convince the man he could get in, they get nowhere. Angrily, the two turn around and yell “F the party!” to the bouncer. I know this is not a good move on our part because he had bothered the man enough. I was right. The bouncer, whose height was similar to that of our very own Anthony Manna’s except he was less pigment challenged, and more intimidating, having a good 35 pounds on me, steps down, yelling obscenities and removing his jewelry slowly. I quickly walk to him explaining that we did not want it to escalate to anything. Once he stepped down though, all hell broke loose, at least 16 people following suit, warming up ready to fight. To our dismay, many of them were on the built side, when it comes to stature. While I am busy holding back the stronger African American version of Mr. Manna, my friends are backing people up off of them, slowly backing up to the street, Bo Vice holding back Orpheus emphatically yelling “I got my man!”. Orpheus, Olehan, and Bo Vice are ready, Orpheus the most enthusiastic about fighting telling everyone to back up and thinking he could take them all. I turn around and run over next to them, realizing that there is no way out of this but a fight. By now, at least 35 or 60 people were out on that lawn ready to get a piece of the action. Miraculously, our friend Monica comes back around the block with that ratty 91 brown Honda accord we drove to the party with a wondrous look on her face scared as hell. Quickly, Olehan jumps in the passenger seat, and Bo Vice pushes the reluctant Orpheus into the car. I’m the only one left out of the car, and the enemy is surrounding the car like a bunch of zombies. Gladly, as I look up I see my good friend and our own classmate Donovan Hamlet showing up trying to calm everyone down. Clearly, this wasn’t a good time to rendezvous or ask about what the speech homework was last night, so I quickly nod and hop into the moving car. The Manna-like man jumps to the other side and tries to open the door on Orpheus’ side, trying to grab him out. Orpheus’ stupid behind almost willingly gets out ready to fight. I snatch his shirt and get him back in the car, shutting the door. Finally, we’re safe, but extremely excited yelling at each other, some arguing that it was better to get in the car, others calling each other ‘wussies.’ I look back and as we drive a way I see some type of projectile flying towards us, and as it hits the window I realized how angry that mob was. These guys decided to throw a full bottle of Hypnotiq at the car! A bunch of drunken men throw an unopened bottle of liquor at us, something told me that it would have been an interesting brawl. They were definitely not the happy ones by the end of that tussle, but I’m ok with it, because as of now, everything has been settled, and we walked away unscathed.
To some it up, there’s really no moral to this story…just don’t get into arguments with the guys that run the party, it’s never a good idea. Have a good afternoon, and god speed.
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