Clueless Weekend

One weekend I lived the life of Cher Horowitz in "Clueless". Well, my roommate was Cher. Somehow I ended up being Elton. For real. Explanation to follow.

So a bunch of us met at a bar but decided to leave to head to a house party. A friend warned us that there might be some hard drugs there. Was Tai gonna be there? Oh em gee! Little did I know, Tai was already with us.

We got to the house party and after about an hour, one of our girlfriends, "Tai", fainted and hit her head really really hard. Our group accompanied her outside to get some fresh air, but we were escorted by another party goer - a pediatrician, "Elton" (not me). Only in LA will your pediatrician have huge gauges in his ears. Dude was awesome. He asked the girl questions to make sure she was concussion free. One of the questions was "what is her birthday?" - her being me. My roommate promptly "Cher"s it up - "stuff she knows!" Our friend is alive and fine, thank you for asking!

The night before this incident the same group was at a different set of bars. It was time to go home and even though it made the most sense for me to drive my roommate home, I wanted to drive home one of the boys. I put on my Elton attitude and said "I'm taking Jake home". The other set of girls thought they were taking him home because he lives on their street. "No, I'm taking Jake home." Jake's roommate stepped in. He was taking Jake home. You don't argue with that, apparently. Case closed for drunk Melis. So I,"Elton" (obviously not the same Elton from above), drove my roommate ("Cher", the same Cher as the above story), and Jake ("Tai", who is not the same Tai from the above story) went home with his roommate (Summer, not in the story above). 

I did not leave my roommate at a seedy liquor story in the valley and neither of us were held at gunpoint. 

Cher and her crew trek from Beverly Hills to the Valley. We live in the valley and hit up a swank party in the nicest part of town we know - West Hollywood. So really there is no doubt that I lived the Clueless life last weekend. Nothing I'm so proud of that I want a repeat, but I'm certainly relieved I Cher-ed it up in my young years.

That's right, I said it. YOUNG. I'm still young. Sort of.

I'm not even sorry that this probably made no sense.