The tWitch Visit, part 1 (aka Friday night, aka This Is For You Julian!)
To sum it up: everyone survived. even tWitch.
me with the 2 real, tWitch with da 4 realz.
a semi-group shot after dindin. only the bookends were sober at this point.
brandee and I picked him up 5ish on friday. And after telling him we were going to have a limo take us all out, he agreed to go. Sweet hookup at Changs,,, no wait, huge table ready, and they just kept bringing plates and plates of food for us to munch off of.
I ordered the man a bottle of fiji, since I didn’t know if he was gonna drink or not (or if he even did)… and he nursed it for the first hour or two. Pretty much everyone else aside from adam and myself proceeded to drink like prohibition was going into effect the next day (ohhh, forgot about nicole. she is preggos, so she took the night off from the booze too).
towards the end of dinner, I asked him if he wanted a drink to loosen up or what have you… and he said “yeah, sure.” so what do you want? “let’s just start with a…. jack & coke.”
uh oh.
double uh-oh when the server brought it to him in a pint glass. oh lordy, it was ON.
from there the jack & cokes were flying, and everyone else was cramming in orders whenever I said “ok guys, get your drink orders in so I can close out the check.” that happened 3 times. the 3rd time brandee had the brilliant idea of getting lemondrop shots.
being that we were VIPs, the bartender took it upon his or herself to go above and beyond, and the shots came out in martini glasses, filled to the rim. I think I put my head in my hands when I saw this. I knew they were in trouble.
most people bitched about the size of the drinks. not tWitch. He basically said bottoms up, and drank the whole thing in one, errr, shot. Only one other person matched him. Everytime I looked over, he was “helping” someone else with their drink. Ladies & Gentlemen, the stage was set for a drunkfest… with me being dad.
I’m not going to name teachers, as they know who they are. At this point, as we’re getting ready to leave the restaurant, one sauntered over and proclaimed that she was going to “take her clothes off.” Our guest looked up and said… “ok.”
I managed to get everyone gathered as a group, and we headed for the exit for the short walk to Mist. our celebrity, who had been given a fiji bottle in some stone cooling koozie like thing, decided that he wanted not just the bottle, but the koozie itself. in one move, he swooped it up from the table, hid it under his jacket, and out we went.
once outside, we parted ways with cindy and nicole (not before tWitch gifted the water cooler thingamajobber to cindy), and trudged to Mist.
Once at Mist, we were whisked away to our VIP table near the corner, with the required bottle service. I picked out a vodka, patron, and bottle of jack for the group… along with all the usual mixers, OJ, coke, cranberry juice.
The server made the first round of drinks for everyone, and pointed out the coke for me as she made his (who knows what number) jack & coke… I was now relegated to now bartenderdad role.
I should add that the dance floor was entirely vacant when we came in. Brandee and tWitch solved that. before long, the floor was filled, and my drunken party was controlling the floor and the vibe of the club (Will decided to dance the ENTIRE Single Lady’s video… like, the whole thing, really).
since it was called mist, it was no surprise that a giant stream of fog would come shooting out near our table like a jet stream. our celebrity got a kick out of this, and would either “fight” it by dancing into it, or go into a crucifix type pose and flap his arms like a bird. amusing.
I kept up pretty well on refreshing everyone’s drinks. Took me a bit to remember that it’s a 4 second pour that equals a shot, so, uhhh, sorry about the first couple rounds guys lol. I noticed that the jack and cokes were red. i thought it was the lighting. after 2 hours of red J&Cs, someone asked me for a vodka cranberry. I go to pour the “untouched” cranberry, and as I do it fizzes and pops. shit. that was the coke. so allllll night I was feeing him Jack & Cranberries. (I of course fixed the problem once I figured it out, but didn’t say anything until Saturday morning when I told him… he was like, “I KNEW it was sweet. but I just didn’t care.”)
at one point terrelle suggs came into the club and was seated at the table next to us. funny thing was, all the girls in his entourage left him and came over to hang with tWitch. bad side was, they thought they were being cute and handed him this huge pint class with ice and what he thought was water. I was like “nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo. don’t drink thaaaaaaaaaat.” too late. he said thanks cuz he thought they were being nice and rehydrating him. he took a huge chug before I could intervene. Oh the face he made. he puckered up so bad. It was a gigantic glass of vodka (!!!). I switched it out quickly with a water, refreshed his jack & (now) coke, spun him around, and sent him back to the dance floor. Suggs didn’t stay long since all his rats were on our guy.
My teachers. ohhh my, my teachers. Again, not naming names. One of them was walking around with the whole bottle of patron and drinking it like a beer. another was professing their love for any and everyone (”I LOVE YOU JASON H!!!! I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU!!). a third was drinking red bulls like their job and being oggled by the entire club as they danced randomly from place to place.
All in all, quite a fun time. We had deputy dog as our limo driver. Julian was his name. A well intentioned 60 something year old that drove half the speed limit, and had to endure about 800 F bombs on the ride back from the intoxicated crew.
I am absolutely positive I left out plenty (either on purpose, or due to old age).
You can check out the few pics I took in my gallery. There were several other cameras that evening. and I’ve seen those pics as well. you, however, will not be seeing them 
