The Classy vs The Awesome

Drinking during a movie is fun. It's been done for decades (case and point, the good 'ol days when Animal House was released and kids were coming to the theater with packs of beer, dressed in togas), but now Kabuki has decided to take the adventure out of boozing during the movie by making it the hip and "classy" thing to do. Yes, you and your friends can enjoy a nice bottle of wine for only $36..and it comes equipped with wine glasses, too! Oh, and you get to pick your own seat for $13?! Siiiick. They say, "it's all about the experience," but let's be honest, it'll cost you. I'm not going to lie - I miss the days when movies cost $7 (with a student ID) and you had to McGiver your alcohol into the theater.

Moving on...Research (let's not reveal any names) and I decide to check out the remodeled Kabuki Theater. After we spend a shit-load of money on the ticket and wine, I make the executive decision to have a liquid dinner. A bottle of wine and a little over an hour later, we find ourselves at the perfect stage of awesome - when you feel all warm inside and you're ready to jump someone's bones.

I made a call earlier that night to see what was up (definitely not at the booty call stage yet) and was given the - "hey let me call you back" answer. Now, we don't have time to wait around so someone can grow a pair, and being the independent, awesome people we are, Research and I decide to walk back to our hood. While wandering, we also come up with the ever-so-siiiiick idea of playing the "let's take a shot of Jack at every bar down Geary" game (FYI, it's a grand time and I highly recommend it...about an 8/10 in my book). **Now, Jack and I go way back. I mean waaaay back. I like to say that he's the best boyfriend I've ever had because he's never treated me badly and he brings out my wild side in the best way.**

So we begin our game at the Pig where there are about 7 people drinking in business suits and about 4 people trying to hit on the unattractive bartender. Lame. We head to FuckShot, where we kill some buck and dance like assholes...bringing the shopping cart, lawn mower, sprinkler, cheese grader, etc. back into action. Couple of shots later, and we're at Rockit..second home for some of our friends. Our lady bartender was working that night, and decided to give us doubles of Jacky-boy...delicious. Mind you, I haven't eaten dinner and am beginning to get a little saucy. It was at that point when I realized I never got the call back. Typical. So I decide to break my rules and make the call, Jack will sometimes make me do it. One call turns into many drunken texts on both ends...the back-and-forth "what are you doing?" bullshit texts...and my mind begins to go elsewhere...more specifically I begin to think of restaurants that are still open at 2am. A light bulb goes off, and we're at King of Thai. I'm receiving texts, but can't focus...the moment was lost and now all my attention is on the obnoxiously large plate of Pad Ke Mao in front of my face. Call it the fat kid syndrome or being part Asian, but once food is in front of my face, all bets are off until it's finished.

Research and I practically inhale the spicy noodles, and sit back in complete satisfaction. Mmm. It's now really late, and all I want is to pass out in my bed, alone. Research and I part ways, I complete the round of pointless drunken texting, and pass out. Yet another night well played, between me and my boyfriend Jack.