In my college days, I spent more time in clubs than classes. Tuition was not cheap. My parents probably would have disowned me if they knew I was always up to no good in school.
P, M and I were roommates for awhile. We shared a three-bedroom apartment together not too far from school. We actually met through some mutual friends and started going to the clubs together. At the end of the night, the girls would always end up crashing at my one-bedroom apartment. It just got way too crowded - one bathroom for 3 girls? Not a pretty picture in the morning!
My mom even complained once, "How come every time I call your apartment, someone else always answers your phone??? Are they living there? I hope they're paying rent!"
We had a lot of fun back then. M was over 21 then. P and I were still under age. I had an I.D. from a friend of my mom's. P got one from M's older sister, J. They were real I.D.s, even though we looked nothing like the pictures. We figured as long as our I.D.s didn't come from non-Asians, we'd pass. Supposedly, Asians all look alike, right? NOT!
The three of us had some crazy fun back in the days. I wonder what they are up to now, if they still party much. Someone once told me, "A party girl is always a party girl!"
My friend K used to flaunt an I.D. from a South American girl when we went to the clubs. Clearly Karin was nothing like the girl shown on the I.D. K is Japanese. Her I.D. belonged to someone from Venezuela! Just the skin tone alone didn't match!
One time, a bouncer tried to give Karin a hard time about her I.D.
"So, Gabriela...where are you from?"
"Venezuela!" K replied.
"Oh yeah...really...you must speak Spanish then!" the bouncer said it with a smirk on his face!
K was calm. Most people would have felt weak in the knees or started walking away.
"I went to the American school there. They didn't teach me Spanish." Then she sashayed her way into the club!
Nobody ever asked for our I.D.s. The bouncers were too busy flirting with us at the door. There was this gorgeous-looking man, M. He worked at different clubs every night and we would always see him. He never let us wait in line, let alone checking I.D.s.
I still remember the days when I was the queen of nightlife. When my friends and I arrived at the clubs, my routine was to Go Find Mr. M, we would do the "Kiss Kiss & Hug Hug", and then he would ask, "How many are you here tonight?" We would cut thru the line and walk straight in. Then the guys waiting in line would complain, "How come they get to go in first? We've been waiting for 30 minutes!"
M was always nice to us. He was our ticket to the clubs. And we would get in for free. He gave us free drinks, too.
M was a total flirt. So was I. We would flirt and then he would look at me with his beautiful eyes, asking "Are you wearing any underwear tonight?"
"Who wants to know?" I smiled back at him as I hurried to go find my party.
Now I think of it, it was the oddest thing to say. He had this drop-dead gorgeous girlfriend. I knew better than messing around with him. You know that saying, Goes around, Comes around. Supposedly, he had a little fling with P. She's the one who told me. It happened just once and she was bragging it all over town as if she had sex with the most good-looking man on earth.
Our apartment was known as "The House of Hooches." M was the W.P. Hooch. (=Weak Pussy); she was given that name because she had a stormy relationship with this guy N. but she would always take him back after he became violent with her. She would try to break up and then went back to him. It's like she couldn't say no to that asshole.
P was the Wannabe Hooch. She was fine the way she was. But she tried so hard to be someone she's not. It became annoying.
I was crowned as the Hooch Mama. Yep...I was the leader of our own rat pact.
In addition to the 3 of us we also recruited other girls at school to take part in our Hooch lineup. T was a Hooch in Training. Why? Because on the surface she looked like a goody goody girl; but deep down she's quite rebellious. She just needed some guidance to bring the bad girl out of her. Then there's E. She's the youngest of all and we called her the Airhead Hooch.
After graduation, I still keep in touch with T and E. I try to meet up with them once a year. Two years ago, T and I met in Hong Kong. It was our first trip together and the first time seeing each other outside of the States. I last saw E at her wedding last year.
I still have a hard time believing, the girls are grown up now! They are both married with children. So, things are a little different than it used to be. T is a wife and works full time as a nurse; E is a wife and a full-time mother; and I'm still single & fabulous!
