Last weekend (Saturday to be exact), we went to my best friend, Garza’s stage play. For the record, his name is Jonathan, but he strictly goes on a last name basis. Calling him Jonathan is just plain weird, but Garza is no better if I think about it. I would describe him as a redneck hillbilly if you haven’t already heard his Mexican accent (don’t worry, he knows this and can take a joke). I actually knew who he was long before we ever met. I recall hearing a friend shouting his name in the hallway back in freshman year of high school. For said play, we made our way to ELAC—like the Aflac duck, but with more EEE. It’s a community college with a big fat lie in its name, stating it’s in East LA, but actually resides in Monterey Park. Yes—Monterey Park, the second most heavy populated city of Asians in all of the United States. Factoid. Confused? So am I. If you’re ever in town, try turning around anywhere and not seeing someone who’s Asian. You can’t. Ha. Tickets to the play were free (courtesy of Garza) so why not support my best friend in his flourishing (and quite serious) acting career?
I can describe this play as Judas meets West Coast rap with a pimp acting as the devil… of course, right? The gentleman who played the devil wore a red velvet coat and a long “walking stick” COUGH pimp stick. He had the most villainous laugh you could of imagined. Definitely on the calibre of a nefarious Hollywood villain. Impressed I was.
After party shenanigans
We were all told this one play was a culmination of 6 entire months of work and preparation, so when Garza said he was itching to blow off some steam and get hammered, taking an Uber seemed the most logical (not to mention responsible route). The party was no different than any other party I’ve been too. Highlights for that part of the night: Garza danced himself into a sweaty shiny mess. For someone who pushes the scales, he definitely can get down when his mood is elevated above the clouds (with special assistance of course). Our gallon of water was refilled twice in the few hours we were there.
Ubers and Lyfts at 3 AM
You know whats great when everyone is too f-ed up to drive at night? Uber and Lyft! You know what those services are like at 3AM? IT’S IMPOSSIBLE TO BOOK A RIDE. Four Lyft drivers canceled on us. It wasn’t until we desperately tried Uber that someone went on the freeway to come pick us up from the corner of a busy main street. Four guys talking and slurring loudly on the corner is definitely definitely not shady at all in the middle of the night.
Just another day of antics and tomfoolery. Later folks and a bottle of Coke.