going out by yourself

[tasmaniandevil]

Dude...u ain't no lawyer...so I suggest that u make Like the Ghost u r and disappear:idea:

Originally posted by ghhhhhost

they settled with the insurance company..no one died..what the fuck r u gona sue him for? civil suit ? doubt it..

nice joke dickhead

[kaysersoze]

actually going alone(mostly 4 guyz) is pretty ok if your buddies arent in the mood/scene. you get to set your own timetable. i remember many atimes when one of the crew would get frustrated or scores with some chick and all of a sudden, its lights out coz you all carpooled.....then you are all forced to hightail it.

i go to clubs by myself most of the time. only difference is if there's a big performer, i watch my back. lots of creeps crawl outta the wood work and get real nasty, and thats when you need your boys around for such times.

the biggest worry tho is when you go to a club and there's some chick who is the process of breaking up with a possesive bf. shit !! bad news. most of the time the chick will insist she's single and came alone...next thing you know, you got a psycho and his posse to deal with. either way, i'll go to a club regardless if there are people to go with or not...

[disk-ofreak]

Originally posted by KobeisGuilty03

WHY DONT YOU GUYS TRY THIS:

FRIENDS.COM

LOLOLOL

FUCK OFF! asshole

[disk-ofreak]

Originally posted by KobeisGuilty03

NOTHING MAKES YOU COOLER THAN GETTING DRESSED UP REALLY NICE JUST TO GO OUT BY YOUR SELF LOLOLOLOLOL

att kobey: yourself

[bbbooom]

BASICALLY ITS OK TO GO OUT BY YOURSELF IF 1 YOU CAN CONTROL YOURSELF AND TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF IF YOU GET REALLLY DRUNK AND 2 IF YOUR SOCIAL AND TRYING TO MEET PEOPLE OR DONT NEED FRIENDS THERE TO HAVE A GOOD TIME...

PLEASE CLOSE THIS THREAD

[disk-ofreak]

yo, wtf, i didn't know sooo many cpers went out by yourself. iv never actually gone to the club by myself, either i bring ppl or meet ppl , but i would in a heart beat if its someone i really wanted to see or a party that def looks really good, fuck next time u guys go out plan meetups in the roll call, i'll def be down to hang out!! :D :D :D

[dkny8]

I used to go out dolo quite a bit, but after nearly killing myself in a car accident on the way home from Factory one morning, I decided that, from now on, I'd at least take one or two people with me in case I'm too fucked up to drive home.

In 2000 (a few weeks before the S&M party at Factory), I was partying with a few friends, having a few drinks, and basically getting myself amphed to go out and dance my ass off. By the time we all decided to go home, everyone was tired, and no one even considered the idea of heading to Factory. I went home, smoked a blunt, drank a few more beers, and, around 2:30 a.m., decided to head out to Factory. I was already pretty fucked up, and probably shouldn't have been driving, but stupidity overcame me and I decided to head out.

I wound up getting into Factory pretty early (around 3:15 a.m.), and there were only a few heads chilling in there. I didn't even give a fuck for some reason. I felt pretty fucked up, and just wanted to go chill, drink, and hear some good music. I wound up doing about 6 or 7 shots of whisky before the bar closed out, and I was totally done - so done that I started falling out in the basement.

I didn't stay long. I was already drunk, couldn't keep my head up, and just wanted to pass out. Around 5:30 or so, I decided to head back home, so I left Factory, hopped in a cab, and headed over to the parking garage to pick up my car. As soon as the cab pulled up, I just opened the door and started puking all over the sidewalk. The cabby was pretty pissed, and started yelling, "No, you cannot do that shit in my cab man. C'mon, geddoutuvheer!!" I heard him, but couldn't pick my head up; I just had to get everything out.

After that shit ended, I (literally) staggered to my car, gave the guy the ticket, paid him, got into my car, and drove off. I knew I shouldn't have been driving (I couldn't even fuckin walk), but I went through the whole "I'm tired, I feel like sleeping, and I should get home because I want to pass out in my bed" self-rationalization. Ignorantly enough, I decided to head home. There have been times in the past where I have driven home pretty buzzed, but I was able to straighten up and control myself. I was never to the point where I was literally passing out behind the wheel.

I made it out of the city ok, but, by the time I got into the midtown tunnel, the sleepiness just overcame me. Right before getting out of the tunnel (on to the LIE), I fell asleep. My car swerved a bit, and my driver's side rear view mirror smacked into one of the little poles that divides the lanes in the tunnel. The smack woke me up, and I was able to gain control of the car, but my mirror was just dangling at that point. Like an asshole, I figure, "ok, I can stay awake now." I paid the toll, got on the LIE, and drove for about a mile before falling asleep again. I must've been asleep for about 30 seconds, because when I woke up again I was still in the same lane, doing about 95 mph; the only difference, however, was that I was heading straight towards a mini-van that was doing about 40 - 45 mph. I wasn't able to react in time, and just plowed right into the van, sending it flying forward a few feet. The actual impact happened so suddenly and quickly that it felt like a dream. I didn't even feel like it was really happening. Also, the impact didn't feel like it was so hard - it felt like I just bounced off the van after hitting it. I knew shit was pretty serious when smoke and steam started spewing from the front of my car.

I get out of my car, and while getting out, I realize that my knee is shredded up and totally covered in blood. It wasn't broken, but really badly cut up. It was also wedged between the crumpled door and the lower left hand side of the dashboard. I un-wedged it (not even feeling any real pain because I'm basically numb at this point), and walked around to the front of my car. What I saw was pretty scary: the entire front of the car on the driver's side was basically smushed all the way up to the windshield, and the windshield was broken in on the top. I felt as if my face was really wet, as if I'd been sweating, so I walked over to the passenger side rear-view mirror, looked at my face, and realized that my forehead was leaking blood, and that there was a very small piece of glass wedged not too deeply in my forehead. I pulled the small piece out, walked over to the driver's side of my car, and noticed a humungous Japanese guy getting out from the van that I hit. He started walking over to me very calmly, and he asked me if "I was ok." Suddenly, he decked me right in the face. I fell down, got back up, and just looked at him. I didn't even try to hit the guy back. Part of it was because I was scared shitless, another part of it was because I felt bad for plowing into him, but a big part of it had to do with fear of getting stomped out in the condition I was in. Even I were sober, the guy would've destroyed me. He looked like a jacked version of Bolo Yeung (the guy Van Damme fought at the end of "BloodSport").

I apologized to him, walked over to his van, and noticed that his wife, daughter, and mother were all sitting in the van, looking at me in shock. The daughter came out, started asking if I was drunk, and told me that she was getting her insurance information. Bolo started to phone the police, and at that point I realized that, in a matter of minutes, I was going to be fucked up the ass without a condom. So, like a truly drunken fuckin idiot, I said to Bolo, "I'm going to go get my insurance information," and once I got to my car, I got into it, slammed the door shut, started it up, and took off.

I got about 40 or 50 feet before my car died, so I pulled over on to the side of the highway. The guy pulled up in his van, ran up to me, and belted me right in the face again. I fell to the ground, got up, and just hoped he wouldn't hit me again (which he didn't). He kept asking me, "Why the fuck you trying to take off? You hit my family and then try to take off, you asshole!!" I cops were already on their way, so I decided to start looking for my insurance and registration. I was unable to find my insurance card, and by the time the police arrived I was only able to produce my registration. As soon as the cops pull up, the Japanese guy started telling them how I tried to take off after hitting them. I realized that, at this point, I was pretty much fucked up the ass, so the only thing I could think of telling the cop was, "He punched me in the face.......twice!"

The two cops were women, both of whom were very beautiful. While one cop was tending to Bolo, the other one came up to me, pulled me aside, and asked, "What happened?" At this point, I don't know how I was even able to answer the cop. I was pretty scared, and realized that the truth would only get me into a shitload of trouble, so I lied. I told the cop that I was driving in the middle lane, and that the van pulled up behind me, flashing its lights and riding my ass. I then said that the van pulled around, cut directly in front of me, and slowed down, causing me to collide into the back of it. The cop then looked at me and asked, "Have you had anything to drink tonight?" I said, "Yeh, I had one or two beers." She then said, "Yeh, I can smell it on you." At that point, the other cop came over and started talking to her partner. After about five minutes, one of them came over to me and said the following: "They (Bolo and his family) said that you tried to take off after you hit them. Is that true?" I don't know how I thought of this answer, but I said, "No, I didn't try to take off. He pulled in front of me, I was unable to avoid him, so I hit him, then he swerved off to the side. My car was still going at that point, so I pulled over, and at that time he was already behind me. I wasn't trying to take off, I just pulled over after hitting him. Then, a minute later, he gets out of his car, runs over to me, and hits me in the face." The cop looked at me and said, "listen, neither of us see any marks on your face that indicate you were punched. He's claiming that you tried to take off, and you're claiming that you were punched. Each of you are denying the other's story, so we can't prove either of them. If you want to press charges for him punching you, you will have to come down to the station, and you will be given a breath test. What I am going to do is simply put down his version of the facts (only with respect to the actual accident) and your version on the accident report, and you guys can let the insurance deal with it." I then said, "ok."

I couldn't really understand why the cop was being so lenient. A little while later, the tow truck arrived to take my car out of there. I overheard the driver talking to the cops. He then came over to me and said, "Dude, it's obvious it's their fault. There's no fuckin way someone could plow into someone that hard without the other driver cutting in front of him." The cops overheard this and didn't say anything; in fact, they almost seemed to be agreeing with him.

The cops wrote up the report as well as a summons because I was driving without valid insurance. I then hitched a ride home with the tow truck driver, got raped on the towing fee, and passed out in bed.

I woke up the next morning with cuts all over my arms, legs, neck, chest, stomach, wrists, and forehead. My left pant leg was wet with blood, and was sticking to my cuts. When I took my pants off and looked at my knee, I was in shock. I couldn't believe how much it had bled while I was sleeping. I was surprised I was still conscious. I got out of bed, hopped in my brother's car, and drove to LIJ, where I was bandaged up, given some pain killers, and sent on my way.

My life after this whole event was pretty much fucked. My car was totalled, I had no money to get a new car, and I wound up having to take the bus from L.I. into Queens everyday for work and school. This went on for about 6 months until I finally stumbled on a nice 2000 Altima, which proved to be better than the car I wrecked. It could have been much worse, however. I remember thinking of the way I felt when I was about to hit the van. Everything was just silent, and I felt so powerless. I couldnt' even believe it. I kept looking at myself and realizing how easy it is to fuck yourself up as a human. I mean, you're only skin and bone, and when you get behind the wheel of car, sometimes you (not YOU, but you know) sometimes forget that. I remember thinking how lucky I was that no one in Bolo's family was seriously injured. I would've been fucked. There was some considerable damage to his van, and as far as I knew, the troubles ended there. I felt like I was obligated to call his family and apologize, but for some reason I didn't. I didn't want to call and apologize, because I lied to the cops right in front of them, so what could I possibly say to them after that? I wasn't about to admit fault and have that shit used against me in the event of future litigation.

About 5 or 6 months later, I arrive home, and this nicely dressed man comes up to me and serves me some papers. I open the package and read the contents. The papers were notice of a suit that the family was bringing against me for negligence. Apparently, the mother suffered neck and spine injuries, some of which seemed a little far fetched, but then again, I did hit them pretty hard. They were suing for 2 million dollars (medical expenses, lost earnings, loss of future wages, pain and suffering, etc). I wasn't even surprised. I would've done the same thing. I mean, I plowed into a man and his fucking family, and pretty much got off with nothing more than a few cuts and bruises. I would be pretty pissed if I was plowed into by some drunk punk kid, and then lied to right in front of two police officers who didn't even seem to believe my story. I mean, the guy did punch me, and I think that was wrong, but it was more than justified. I'm glad, and am actually surprised, that he didn't do worse. I was really scared that the family was going to allege that I was drinking, but none of those facts were in the accident report, so they couldn't allege non-existent facts.

The lawyers for my insurance company handled the lawsuit. The family got some cash, but not much (I wasn't told exactly how much they got). I haven't spoken to the family since.

This is pretty much why I don't go out by myself anymore. I always drink when I go out, and sometimes I do the most ignorant shit. I just need to know that I can be driven home by someone who is sober. If I do go out alone once in a while, however, I just take the train in. I don't even think about taking my car out for clubbing ventures in Manhattan anymore.

I just thank God that I'm not dead, and that I was lucky enough to not have to kill someone or be killed before learning my lesson. I don't know what I would've done if I killed someone in that van.

I know this thread is old but I recommend everyone read this story even though it's long. I had a friend drive drunk recently and end up dead while killing two other people in the process. That's the flip side of this story, not everyone ends up this lucky. If you plan to go out solo and get banged up, take public transportation or make sure someone sober will be driving. It's not worth the risk.

[fcukchris]

i would but infortunately i have never done it

[max3]

not a problem

[rudeboyyouth]

I know this thread is old but I recommend everyone read this story even though it's long. I had a friend drive drunk recently and end up dead while killing two other people in the process. That's the flip side of this story, not everyone ends up this lucky. If you plan to go out solo and get banged up, take public transportation or make sure someone sober will be driving. It's not worth the risk.

There is obviously a more negative, horrific flipside to the situation explained in my response. In fact, a clear and obvious recognition of that flipside was evidenced in my response. Learning from such situations is just as important as recognizing their dire flipsides. I'm still thankful to this day that I didn't wind up causing the death of anyone in that car, and I still look back on the experience and realize how easily I could have killed someone. The decision to drive home on that particular evening was one of the most ignorant decisions I've ever made in my life.

[deefex]

yea, i've been out a couple of times, met some cool people too. but it just sucks when u go out alone and there's not a lot of people at the club. or everyone is in their own little clique and all stuck up.

[clubbingirl]

There is obviously a more negative, horrific flipside to the situation explained in my response. In fact, a clear and obvious recognition of that flipside was evidenced in my response. Learning from such situations is just as important as recognizing their dire flipsides. I'm still thankful to this day that I didn't wind up causing the death of anyone in that car, and I still look back on the experience and realize how easily I could have killed someone. The decision to drive home on that particular evening was one of the most ignorant decisions I've ever made in my life.

wow, ur soooo lucky & I cannot believe u got off so easy. how the f*ck did u come up w/those lies?!

anwyay, i have gone clubbing alone, only knowing that my other friends would be there. otherwise, i'd be a wimp. also, i have the same problem - my friends hardly go clubbing anymore.

AND YESSSS, WE SHOULD DO CP MEETUPS...someoene take charge.

[danihawk]

anwyay, i have gone clubbing alone, only knowing that my other friends would be there. otherwise, i'd be a wimp. also, i have the same problem - my friends hardly go clubbing anymore.

AND YESSSS, WE SHOULD DO CP MEETUPS...someoene take charge.

I agree, all of my clubber friends have either moved away or think they're too old (which is ridiculous). I've thought many times about going by myself, but I ended up by myself for most of the night last time Morillo was at Crobar and it was SCARY. If anyone is interested in a meet-up PM me or something...

[afa8317]

I do not mind going out by my self at all. Either way when I go out with my friends we always spilt up in the club and only see each other for a few minutes once in side. The things about going out your by your self is you have to make the effort to talk to other. You would be surprised about how many people in this scene go out by themselves. Once you start going out more often you are going to see the usaul suspect out and about and you can quickly make friends. I see atleast some one I know every time I go out.

[chueychuey]

Dude that guys was a fucking moron...he should be greatful he didnt kill anyone else. People should learn how to handle their demons...and not be little irrepsonsible bitches.

[elevatedflow]

Ya know when its hardest to get friends to come out. When there isnt some super star DJ at the decks. Everyone wants to go to be able to say OH I SAW SUPERSTART DJ XYZ ... but it hard when your tryin to tell your friends .. you dont know this DJ but trust me you will dance your ass off and they reply .. OH, NO THAT AINT MY THANG .. damn posers!

if we do a CP meet up, im going to bring those lil tags that say high my name is ...

hehehe

[clubbingirl]

Dude that guys was a fucking moron...he should be greatful he didnt kill anyone else. People should learn how to handle their demons...and not be little irrepsonsible bitches.

agreed it is very moronic what that RUDEBOYYOUTH did, but everyone makes mistakes. he learned from his and thank god no one got hurt. hopefully this post is letting others who read it learn from RUDEBOYS' mistake.

[elevatedflow]

agreed it is very moronic what that RUDEBOYYOUTH did, but everyone makes mistakes. he learned from his and thank god no one got hurt. hopefully this post is letting others who read it learn from RUDEBOYS' mistake.

You my dear lady are very very on point with your words and ways ... i would make sure to introduce myself to you if there ever was a CP meet up.

[clubbingirl]

You my dear lady are very very on point with your words and ways ... i would make sure to introduce myself to you if there ever was a CP meet up.

aww thanx, thats very nice of u to say. and i'm definetly game to meet you all. just setting a time/date/meeting spot is the hard part.

[tayama9]

def go out by myself at times. if no one wants to go and the dj is someone i really like. i go. i get lost in the music. always someone from cp there. just dance and friends are made.

[djoner]

I've done it, especially since I've moved back to NYC in August...In matter of fact, I had to go out by myself on my birthday last month b/c everyone fronted. My plans were to see Sander & LES and I made sure I stuck to that plan. The problem also is that my friends don't listen to electronic music, so everytime I want to go out to a party, nobody is interested. They don't know what there missing.

P.S. I would definitely like to meet some NYC Cpers to have some good nights out with. Lemme know.

no doubt considering going to sasha alone tonight.

[swurvydel]

Going out alone on thursday. Not sure where. Probably crobar. Anyone else going? we can all be alone together.

[argdiesel]

wow.. amazing what thats hit does to you.. i would never drive to a club i f i was going to drink. shit is crazy how your life can change in the split of a second.something to think about for people.

[philieb]

I never did, but tonight might be a first since none of my friends want to hit up Avalon for Liebling.