I don't know if this has already been asked, but why is your username Ponyboy?
I don't think I ever told that story here. I'll try to tell it in truncated version:
Back in 2002 I was living in Orlando, Florida for a time. I had just moved into a flat with 2 other guys, and we got on quite well. These boys had a habit of throwing parties for any given thing. A few months later it was my 24th birthday and the guys decided it was a perfect excuse for one. Living at this flat was like living at
Partytown Blvd or something... it was just...
wild to say the least. Some of it I enjoyed, some of it I didn't, but I was still a young man and having a good time. My flatmates hired a DJ and handed out small posters advertising for the party. I've never seen or been to a party like that before, or since... there had to have been at least 150-200 people that came through (though not all at once). At any rate, before the party started I was already under the influence of certain substances. By the time the party was in full swing, I had pretty much lost my noggin and I've been told (by more than one person that this is what followed)...
Apparently I was trying to find a place in the house to go to the bathroom... I later complained that I "couldn't use mine" as some random couple were in there shagging. Evidently I got angry and decided to piss on one of the corner fenceposts of the backyard. I do have a vague memory of looking up at the stars. The next thing I knew I was lying on the ground, and one of my flatties and a friend of mine were picking me up off the ground laughing. They carried me through the crowd and set me down on this large sofa we had on the back patio area in-between a girl I didn't know and a guy I didn't know either. I do remember having a fairly sobering moment (you know when all of sudden you gain a grasp on reality again?) and I have no idea how long I sat there... but finally the girl to my left leans over and says "Honey, can you put your d*ck back in your pants already?" So I look down and there it is. When I stood up and put it back in, the 20 or 30 odd people that were standing outside all clapped their hands.
Well, that's the story. The next day the "events" of the party were discussed and re-told, I remember going to the salon and doing the "Billy Idol" thing to my hair that very day. When I got back from my course that night, my two flatmates and a few friends were there still discussing the party. They also said I deserved a nickname after my "performance." Evidently Ponyboy in The Outsiders died his hair blonde after he killed a kid, and I was told that I "killed that party" with my weener incident so somehow they tied that together with my new blonde hairdo and Brandon shouts... "You're Ponyboy! That's it! You're Ponyboy from now on!" Co-workers and friends who weren't even there picked up on it, and it just stuck. I couldn't get away from it.
Oh and one final note, remember the girl that told me my junk was hanging out? She ended up becoming my girlfriend for a time. Ahh, good times!