Sunny Day #23

Ok so this weekend a lot of us went to Houston to celebrate Sunny's birthday. We had dinner at Pappa's and went to Cathy's for pregame. The original plan was to go to a club called Chrome after Cathy's but some of us weren't dressed appropriately. I didn't bring pants or shoes because I had no idea where we were going, Eric didn't have dressy clothes, and Sunny just plain forgot to bring his pants so he went to dinner wearing jordan shorts and a black dress shirt. So instead of going to the club we went to this pub in Rice village named Ginger Man. We all had a good time and Sunny got preeetty drunk. I'm sure all of you know what he's like when he's drunk but only a select few know what he's like when he's fuuxd up. Well later in the night when ppl were starting to leave and 7 of us were left, Kelvin buys Sunny the "darkest shit" that they have at that place and after one sip of it, it's obvious Sunny is fuuxd up. He hunches over like he's going to puke but bounces back up and walks straight to the restroom. When he comes out he seems ok but only for a minute because instead of rejoining the group he starts to wander around the pub alone. Seeing this, I get up and help guide Sunny out of the bar and towards the parking garage. We cross the street and get on the sidewalk leading into the garage and Sunny makes a sharp turn towards the parking gate and leans on the arm. Well..the arm collapses downwards and gives off a cracking sound. Just imagine Sunny hanging on a tree limb and it breaks but it's still hanging on to the tree by a splinter. So I'm like OOH KAY..and immediately pull Sunny off the gate and turn him around towards the garage again. Out of the corner of my eye I see ppl running towards us but I didn't give a shit at this point..I just kept on pushing Sunny forward. In his booth, the parking attendant looks over his shoulder to see what was going on but he turns right back around thankfully. Talk about an adrenaline rush.

We finally reach Eric's car and shortly after getting in the passenger seat, Sunny opens his door and you can all guess what happens. If you can't, here is some visual aid.



In my experience, Sunny is never finished after just throwing up once. And as expected he moves to the stairwell of the garage for round 2.







After waiting about 2 hours we finally get Sunny to get up and get in the car. But instead of getting in the car he starts walking down the stairs. So Eric and I look at each other with our WTF faces, and I tell Eric to drive the car downstairs to meet me. Once downstairs, we wait another 30 minutes for Sunny to get in the back seat of the car.

Yay we're finally in the car and on the way home.
Wrong. We move a whole 2 inches and Sunny gets out of the car and returns to the floor. After another 30 minutes we finally get him back in.

When we hit the first major intersection Sunny, again, decides he needs to get out. Sitting at a red light in the middle lane of a major intersection, Sunny opens his door, walks across a lane, and proceeds to lie down on the storm drain with his arm and leg hanging off the side of the curb into the street. I move him.




We get him back in the car again (this time we locked the doors) and make our way slowly back home.


Yea we got a lot of :) from other drivers and a >.<

Back at Eric's place yay.



There are a lot of things I chose to leave out and there are some things I just forgot. Moral of this story is...you decide.

PS - Sunny I <3 you but you're even more of a dumb dick with alcohol in your system. Take better care of yourself !@*&$!(*