Friday, September 22, 2006

We didn't know where we were, or where we were supposed to be going when we got off the train. I knew the name of the bar, and I must have known a cross street, because the cab driver found it. It was important to make it there tonight, because they were giving out free Sparks all night. All. Night. Not one of those 10:30 to 11:30 open bars. Til they run out. Plus it was a Halloween party and we hadn't done anything to celebrate yet.

By the end of the evening everyone's tounges were orange from Sparks. The DJs had spun most of the tracks that everyone knew, but somehow they kept coming up with more. People were dancing on the bar. Some neighborhood Puerto Ricans were smoking weed on one of the walls, dispite the fact that the bar was about the size of my bedroom. Couples were going to the bathroom together, Halloween costumes were becoming mangled and lost and littered the floor. I had attained a new level of drunkeness that can only be acheived with the help of Sparks or massive quantities of Red Bull. You know it's time to go home. The bar is closing. You can't really walk more than a step or two. But somehow, it feels like the night just started, and you just really want to find a fucking house party or something.

The cab got us home again, safe and sound.

Finger On The Pulse tonight. TGIF.


Blogger RiSE said...

what is sparks?

4:08 PM  
Blogger Ben Shepard said...

It's freaking awesome is what it is. It's orange flavored malt liquor with caffine and guarine and taurine in it.

12:21 PM  

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