August 16, 2010

The Final Straw

Posted in Awkward Moments, College, Freshman Year, Friends, Funny, Mongo, What The F? tagged awkward moments, college, college life, drunken nights, freshman year, friends, funny, going out, great times, Howlin' Wolf, humor, live music, New Orleans, Rilo Kiley, The Elected, Tilly and the Wall at 1:07 pm by confessionsofacollegegraduate

Even with all the embarrassment and annoyance that Mongo caused me our first semester, I still tried to be nice and let her tag along with me on some of my nights out… even on my most anticipated night of the semester, the Rilo Kiley concert at Howlin’ Wolf. (For those of you who aren’t familiar with their music, you should check them out here.) After all, we did have good musical taste in common, and I figured that even she couldn’t turn a Rilo Kiley show into a bad time. But of course, she did.

The Elected and Tilly and the Wall were both set to open, and the night was off to a good start. We had a great atmosphere, delicious drinks, and were about to have some incredible live music too… so what could possibly go wrong?

Well, I guess it all started because, me being me, I decided that pushing our way up to the front and center of the stage like common folk just wasn’t good enough. But getting backstage? That was definitely more my speed. And everyone likes a challenge, right? So anyway, I found the perfect in, and I took it… with Mongo in tow. I got us backstage just in time to make an impression before the bands had to perform and even managed to snag us an after party invite from the Rilo Kiley drummer himself. Yes, I really am *that* awesome. But once I accomplished that mission, we rejoined the rest of crowd out in the main area for the performances.

As expected, the show was insane. And afterwards, we went backstage again, no problem. I was having the time of my life hanging out and partying with the bands, and we even got to chill on their tour bus for a bit after the bar wound down. We were having fun, playing video games (totally random, right?) and bullshitting, and Mongo had a typical freak out session. For no apparent  reason, she said that we had to leave, right then, and like any normal person in my position, I told her no. She stormed off alone, and I went on my merry way for the evening.

A few hours later, I hailed a cab and headed back to the dorm. At that point, I happened to check my phone and saw that I had a text message from Mongo saying that she hoped that I was happy, that I was a total bitch, and that she threw my t-shirt and autographed posters into the gutter somewhere. Um yeah… I was pissed… but thankfully the sweet drummer called me a few minutes later to see if I had made it home OK, and I told him what happened, and he ended up sending me a box full of Rilo Kiley stuff a week or so later.

But anyway, I finally get back to the dorm, and see that not only had Mongo trashed my stuff, but she had also left me a really thoughtful message on the marker board on our door. It went something like:

“Fuck you, you stupid bitch. You need to move out. I don’t care where you go or what happens to you, but I don’t want to live with you anymore. Don’t be here when I wake up, or you won’t want to see what happens. You can get your stuff later when I’m in class. Love, Roomie”

See, I told you she was psycho… but yeah. I didn’t – or couldn’t – move out, seeing as how freshmen were required to live on campus, but I did crash with CT and BR for a few days. And when I did run into Mongo after that? She asked where I’d been and wanted to go right back into being the eternal thorn in my side that she’d been for months. Yeah… What. The. Fuck. Needless to say, that was the last time that I went out of my way to try and include her in anything, and I spent the rest of my freshmen year sneaking into other people’s rooms to get ready to go out so that she couldn’t try and crash again.

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