Monday, August 03, 2009

A Fun (Maybe A Little Embarrassing) Survey

So, I'm finally writing scripts in Spanish. It doesn't come easy for me, but I'm slowly getting the hang of it. The main hindrance of writing in Spanish is my failure to accept our very butchered language. It's hard to follow and even more difficult to translate. Think Juno lingo in Spanish, with the word 'pussy' and all of its variants thrown in every three or four words. The thing is I talk like this in my every day life, which makes me a dialogue snob in denial, which is way worse than being simply a dialogue snob. Dialogue snobs try to speak better than others. Dialogue snobs in denial criticize the very slang the use with ease.

Anyway. Right now I'm writing a story that takes place in one night, and since the first rule of writing is 'write what you know' I'm using all kinds of real life stories that have happened to me or to my friends. They include barfing (duh), rescuing drunk peeps from odd places (double duh), showing up to extremely chic parties that turned out to be Peruvian salsa extravaganzas, sex on sticky and very public floors, 10-hour drinking marathons in family living rooms, out-of-control crying, marijuana-induced confessions, embarrassing making-out episodes in clubs, and grand life revelations at dawn.

I was wondering if you had any wild party stories you'd like to share with me. Just so I don't feel like I'm the only member of the Wasted Generation. Don't spare any details. We're all lost causes here.

Spill, people. Spill.

1 comment:

Lainey said...

I don't have a lot of drunk stories because I don't really drink & when I did, I used to black out, soooo, it made remembering stories pretty difficult! There's one that I vividly remember though. Short version - I lived in San Diego when I was 18 and it was less than 30 minutes from the Tijuana, Mexico border. The drinking age in the US is 21, I think it was 18 in Mexico.

Once, my girlfriends and I went down to Tijuana and I got HAM-MERED. Like barely able to stand on my own *loaded*. (Please remember that this was in the late 80's and stirrup pants with the elastic waist were in style.) We were about to head back to San Diego and we were standing outside the border crossing station finishing our cigarettes, when a group of 10(ish) year-old boys came up to us trying to sell gum & other stuff. I feel that it's *possible* that I said something snotty... The next thing we all knew, my pants were around my ankles. The little fuckers had de-pants my drunk ass in front of hundreds of tourists and a group of laughing, pointing, Mexican boys.

Good times, good times.