According to the number of phone calls I get on my cellie on Friday and Saturday evenings, I've become that guy. Which guy? The party guy.
Different people serve different roles. We're all cogs in our complex social system. There are friends you call when you have car troubles, computer problems, workout advice, etc. Everyone has their own talents and according to one's abilities, you go to them in varying times of need. Mine, then, must be partying.
Don't get me wrong. A lot of it is probably justified. Being Korean and having access to the Sin City that is K-Town, I've been sneaking into public establishments since the pubescent age of 15. The Irish of the East, it's like we've biologically evolved to imbibe vast amounts of beverages. Soju, Hite and Crown? Permanent fixtures of our blood plasma.Ring, ring, ring...
So back to the phone calls. During the normal workweek I get a fair amount of calls. From photoshoots, to car parts, to a simple hello, I'd say I get about 11-13 calls on any given day. On the weekends, my call volume triples. On Memorial Day, Veteran's Day, or any other bank-derived three-day holiday that number quadruples. It's safe to say I take full advantage of cellular free nights and weekends.
Most of the calls I get are from the homies trying to figure out which venue and what time to roll out. As of late, a lot of my road dogs are from the industry: SS compatriots, editors, tuners and the occasional model. Sometimes however, I get curveballs. People call me out of the blue to tell me they just broke up with their girl, their girl's out of town, they just got into town, or they're 'bout to leave town-all of which is phone foreplay and inevitably leads to which venue and what time we're going to roll out.
But that's it, I'm done. I'm too old for this ish. My liver aches. It's Friday and I'm turning my cellie off- Ring, ring, ring, ring...F'-it who'm I kiddin'.
"Yo...Hollywood at 11.