Introducing the DSC (Drunk Single Crew)
I haven't blogged for quite awhile. It's been since Thanksgiving. I've had quite the case of writer's block. That and my mind has been numbed by Playstation 2.
My friend William came out this past weekend to interview for a job in the Bay Area. William's a good friend of mine from medical school from Minnesota. Having a Saturday night free, we felt it wise to take William out as the DSG, or Drunk Single Guest for the night. Needing some drinking buddies and drunken entertainment, I called out the DSC, or drunk single crew. As you can see from the night's photographic evidence, our night was much more tame than Terry's Birthday debauchery a few weeks back.
So who makes up the DSC? Well, it's sort of a dynamic and changing group of people, anchored by yours truly and my wife. Since we are the only married people in the group, we benefit from the active observation of our drunk, single friends who make up the DSC. However, I've already proven that I am susceptible to their inebriated ways. On any given weekend, you can find this group wreaking their pent-up havoc in LA, SF, PA, and Las Vegas. So before I go on, let me introduce the DSC.
Neo: I get to be first, because its my blog. I am the happy benefactor of the hilarity of the other MD's in the group. Mostly, I sit back and watch with my wife as the rest of the DSC wanders out amongst the darkness-enhanced bar patronage. However, I occasionally get taken down in a drunken stupor with the rest of the crew and am known for my "is he okay in there?" detoxification technique.
The Wife: Clearly the most calculating in the group. With no inhibition whatsoever, she doesn't really need any alcohol to pursue a night of fun. She also likes to sit back, watch and catalog the night's events. The most dangerous one not only because of her pointed and superior wit, but also because of her photographic memory for which she has no qualms about using as blackmail.
The Stud: Well, self proclaimed since nobody I know gave him that nickname. TS is really the drinking instigator in our group. Well known throughout the west coast as a prolific drinker, he subtly plots to take down the rest of the DSC with him every night. He never forces you to drink, but somehow we get drunk with him anyway. A good guy at heart, his pickup lines are both famous and ineffective. Memorable quotes: "I may be my boss' bitch, but I don't kiss his ass." "I want a cheeseburger, without the cheese."
The Make-out Artist: MA is the most free spirited of the group. Get her drunk and she's liable to make friends with every male in the bar or on the dance floor. Not that she's easy or anything, she just doesn't mind making out with random men. Despite roaming the dance floor, she has a knack of being in every photo opportunity. Fairly oblivious to any criticism, she takes the DSC teasing in stride. Most of the time she replies to our jokes about her with, "I know right... I am like that aren't I?"
The Affectionate Lush: AL is the most consistent of the DSC. Never one to miss a good night out, she often begins the night calmly with intentions of simply observing the debauchery unfold. Despite her good intentions, she often ends up victim to MA's influence. One moment, she is next to The Wife and myself discussing the impending disaster, the other she is being thrown in the air (nearly hit the ceiling, twice) by random men. Once she has passed her buzz threshold, she can be found dancing with random men, knocking down shots, and telling my wife how much she loves her.
The Lana Loving Lurker: Triple L is the most underground of our group. Never one to call attention himself, he lurks beneath the surface, watching the crew in a nervous yet morbid curiosity. While not stalking Lana from Smallville, he certainly lusts after her in a perfectly normal, yet adolescent, way. She's hot. I can't deny it. He has wit galore and employs it at the most opportune and amusing moments. Most memorable quote to date: "It's not the size of the wand... it's the magic in the stick that counts."
So how does one gain membership into this elite, er, scary group of inebriated professionals? There are a few requirements. One, you can take the heat dished out by The Wife. Do not reflect it back to her or else you'll be lucky to have your self-esteem intact. Two, you can quickly get comfortable with uncomfortable topics and situations. Be prepared to witness some of the DSC in their most compromising moments. Three, you don't believe in political correctness. We will call out everyone and anyone if we feel the need to. Four, you have a knack of relating everything to sex. All of our conversations end up about it anyways. Five, you like Jack in the Box. It is the tradition of the DSC to go get some JITB post party.
So there you have it, the DSC. It's pretty scary that three of us are doctors and are supposed to be the moral pillars and compasses for society. Well, at least during the day.
My friend William came out this past weekend to interview for a job in the Bay Area. William's a good friend of mine from medical school from Minnesota. Having a Saturday night free, we felt it wise to take William out as the DSG, or Drunk Single Guest for the night. Needing some drinking buddies and drunken entertainment, I called out the DSC, or drunk single crew. As you can see from the night's photographic evidence, our night was much more tame than Terry's Birthday debauchery a few weeks back.
So who makes up the DSC? Well, it's sort of a dynamic and changing group of people, anchored by yours truly and my wife. Since we are the only married people in the group, we benefit from the active observation of our drunk, single friends who make up the DSC. However, I've already proven that I am susceptible to their inebriated ways. On any given weekend, you can find this group wreaking their pent-up havoc in LA, SF, PA, and Las Vegas. So before I go on, let me introduce the DSC.
Neo: I get to be first, because its my blog. I am the happy benefactor of the hilarity of the other MD's in the group. Mostly, I sit back and watch with my wife as the rest of the DSC wanders out amongst the darkness-enhanced bar patronage. However, I occasionally get taken down in a drunken stupor with the rest of the crew and am known for my "is he okay in there?" detoxification technique.
The Wife: Clearly the most calculating in the group. With no inhibition whatsoever, she doesn't really need any alcohol to pursue a night of fun. She also likes to sit back, watch and catalog the night's events. The most dangerous one not only because of her pointed and superior wit, but also because of her photographic memory for which she has no qualms about using as blackmail.
The Stud: Well, self proclaimed since nobody I know gave him that nickname. TS is really the drinking instigator in our group. Well known throughout the west coast as a prolific drinker, he subtly plots to take down the rest of the DSC with him every night. He never forces you to drink, but somehow we get drunk with him anyway. A good guy at heart, his pickup lines are both famous and ineffective. Memorable quotes: "I may be my boss' bitch, but I don't kiss his ass." "I want a cheeseburger, without the cheese."
The Make-out Artist: MA is the most free spirited of the group. Get her drunk and she's liable to make friends with every male in the bar or on the dance floor. Not that she's easy or anything, she just doesn't mind making out with random men. Despite roaming the dance floor, she has a knack of being in every photo opportunity. Fairly oblivious to any criticism, she takes the DSC teasing in stride. Most of the time she replies to our jokes about her with, "I know right... I am like that aren't I?"
The Affectionate Lush: AL is the most consistent of the DSC. Never one to miss a good night out, she often begins the night calmly with intentions of simply observing the debauchery unfold. Despite her good intentions, she often ends up victim to MA's influence. One moment, she is next to The Wife and myself discussing the impending disaster, the other she is being thrown in the air (nearly hit the ceiling, twice) by random men. Once she has passed her buzz threshold, she can be found dancing with random men, knocking down shots, and telling my wife how much she loves her.
The Lana Loving Lurker: Triple L is the most underground of our group. Never one to call attention himself, he lurks beneath the surface, watching the crew in a nervous yet morbid curiosity. While not stalking Lana from Smallville, he certainly lusts after her in a perfectly normal, yet adolescent, way. She's hot. I can't deny it. He has wit galore and employs it at the most opportune and amusing moments. Most memorable quote to date: "It's not the size of the wand... it's the magic in the stick that counts."
So how does one gain membership into this elite, er, scary group of inebriated professionals? There are a few requirements. One, you can take the heat dished out by The Wife. Do not reflect it back to her or else you'll be lucky to have your self-esteem intact. Two, you can quickly get comfortable with uncomfortable topics and situations. Be prepared to witness some of the DSC in their most compromising moments. Three, you don't believe in political correctness. We will call out everyone and anyone if we feel the need to. Four, you have a knack of relating everything to sex. All of our conversations end up about it anyways. Five, you like Jack in the Box. It is the tradition of the DSC to go get some JITB post party.
So there you have it, the DSC. It's pretty scary that three of us are doctors and are supposed to be the moral pillars and compasses for society. Well, at least during the day.
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