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Last night was......interesting.
JT and I went over to Clay and Scott's place and began drinking. I make a mean White Russian, so we got buzzed on those. We hailed a taxi and went to Mission street to make the most of our night at the bars. We met up with JT's friend, who was celebrating her birthday, and by that time I was already pretty faded. I made my rounds around the bar, turned to Clay, and said, "You see that black girl? She's been jocking me all night." Right then, the girl came up to me and asked if I graduated from Davis. She knew as much because the friend she came with was some girl I apparently had hit on 5 years ago during my freshman year in the dorms. Glad to see I can leave such a lasting impression on people.
Anyway, this girl was cute, smart, and cool. Except her name is Elsie. That's my grandma's name.
We flirted and danced the night away, and her friends wanted to rush off, so I cut my losses and settled for her phone number. Over an hour had passed since I had last seen my friends, so I moseyed around the bar looking for them. I was so fucking drunk that everything looked like a blur to me. I figured they had left, so I went outside to call them. I couldn't make out a shit's lick of what they were saying on the phone, and since the bouncers were being dicks and making everyone wait 30 minutes to get back in the bar, I grew frustrated and decided to head back home. Not wanting to spend $20 on a taxi ride home alone, I chose to walk back instead....4.5 miles. I turned into Forrest Gump and started jogging. Here's the kicker: I had no idea where I was or how to get back. But my intuitive sense of orientation came through despite my hammered state, and I made it home in one piece within 45 minutes. I downed 3 bottles of water, stripped down, threw myself onto my bed, and crashed.
(Cue 2 hours later)
I wake up to find JT at my door, shoving some girl in my room. I was still very drunk, so I was completely confused. The door was closed on us, so I did the responsible thing and introduced myself.
Long story short, this girl, 26, friends with the birthday girl we had met up with earlier, saw me at the bar, couldn't stop talking about me the whole night, and was upset that I had devoted my whole time at the bar to that one girl. All my friends thought it would be a grand idea to shove her in my room and let nature take its course. Which it did. Within 15 minutes. There's always something inherently satisfying about a cute girl whispering in you ear, "I want you to fuck me."
After dwelling on the fact that she had only known me for an hour, she had the nerve to ask if I thought she was a whore. I don't subscribe to the notion of whores/sluts/pimps/etc., so I told her to stop being a bum and worrying about it. She left that morning, and I probably won't see her again.
My friends were teasing me about it all day, saying all I ever do is yell, run, and fuck.
I still think the running home part was more interesting.
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JT and I went over to Clay and Scott's place and began drinking. I make a mean White Russian, so we got buzzed on those. We hailed a taxi and went to Mission street to make the most of our night at the bars. We met up with JT's friend, who was celebrating her birthday, and by that time I was already pretty faded. I made my rounds around the bar, turned to Clay, and said, "You see that black girl? She's been jocking me all night." Right then, the girl came up to me and asked if I graduated from Davis. She knew as much because the friend she came with was some girl I apparently had hit on 5 years ago during my freshman year in the dorms. Glad to see I can leave such a lasting impression on people.
Anyway, this girl was cute, smart, and cool. Except her name is Elsie. That's my grandma's name.
We flirted and danced the night away, and her friends wanted to rush off, so I cut my losses and settled for her phone number. Over an hour had passed since I had last seen my friends, so I moseyed around the bar looking for them. I was so fucking drunk that everything looked like a blur to me. I figured they had left, so I went outside to call them. I couldn't make out a shit's lick of what they were saying on the phone, and since the bouncers were being dicks and making everyone wait 30 minutes to get back in the bar, I grew frustrated and decided to head back home. Not wanting to spend $20 on a taxi ride home alone, I chose to walk back instead....4.5 miles. I turned into Forrest Gump and started jogging. Here's the kicker: I had no idea where I was or how to get back. But my intuitive sense of orientation came through despite my hammered state, and I made it home in one piece within 45 minutes. I downed 3 bottles of water, stripped down, threw myself onto my bed, and crashed.
(Cue 2 hours later)
I wake up to find JT at my door, shoving some girl in my room. I was still very drunk, so I was completely confused. The door was closed on us, so I did the responsible thing and introduced myself.
Long story short, this girl, 26, friends with the birthday girl we had met up with earlier, saw me at the bar, couldn't stop talking about me the whole night, and was upset that I had devoted my whole time at the bar to that one girl. All my friends thought it would be a grand idea to shove her in my room and let nature take its course. Which it did. Within 15 minutes. There's always something inherently satisfying about a cute girl whispering in you ear, "I want you to fuck me."
After dwelling on the fact that she had only known me for an hour, she had the nerve to ask if I thought she was a whore. I don't subscribe to the notion of whores/sluts/pimps/etc., so I told her to stop being a bum and worrying about it. She left that morning, and I probably won't see her again.
My friends were teasing me about it all day, saying all I ever do is yell, run, and fuck.
I still think the running home part was more interesting.
Here's a website that tracks your music-listening habits. Great way to find new music and see what your friends are listening to. Here's my profile.