lookin for love in all the wrong places
So yesterday was absolutely fantastic...I played with my nephew, I hung out with Jenny, I ate sushi, and I drank beer with Ian and Kathy. Kathy took part in our obscene conversations even though she was genuinely worried about Rusty being mad at her. This is why I love this girl. On the way home Ian and I had a singalong. Shortly after I laid down to go to sleep I got a call from him telling me that he was going to tear his kitchen up and when his dad asked what happened that he was gunna blame it on a wild boar. Then we discussed exactly how tall wild boars stood, so that he could make tusk marks in the door of the fridge. This is why I love this boy.
The night was amazing, but the part I would like to elaborate on is the part where I made a total ass of myself.
So we decide to go to Bahama Beach Club. This is not a classy place (a dive, if you will) but we arent really the most classy people so its okay. So we walked in and saw this guy Rafael who works at the ihop in rockwall. He is brazilian which makes him instantly attractive. We talked to him for a while and then we got a pitcher and decided to find our own table. So I told him that I would probably come back in a little while to talk to him more.
An hour passes and the three of us are having a great time. We're on our second pitcher and I finally decide (after many glances across the room) that I should go talk to Rafael. So I look over to where he had been sitting and he was gone. In my slightly drunken stupor I started bitching about it "Dammit! Hes gone! I waited to long and hes gone! Dammit hes so hot...why didnt I go talk to him? Hes gone" and etc. Suddenly the DJ comes over the p.a. and says "Shoulda made your move sooner!"
For a split second the three of us looked at each other, trying to soak in what just happened, but it didnt take long for me to realize that my rant had been loud enough for most of the bar to hear, and I was getting called out for being a wuss. I immediately laid my head in kathys lap and hid under the table laughing for a good 5 minutes or so.
The moral of the story is: Erin is a loud drunk with a serious problem approaching guys. 2 things I need to work on?
The night was amazing, but the part I would like to elaborate on is the part where I made a total ass of myself.
So we decide to go to Bahama Beach Club. This is not a classy place (a dive, if you will) but we arent really the most classy people so its okay. So we walked in and saw this guy Rafael who works at the ihop in rockwall. He is brazilian which makes him instantly attractive. We talked to him for a while and then we got a pitcher and decided to find our own table. So I told him that I would probably come back in a little while to talk to him more.
An hour passes and the three of us are having a great time. We're on our second pitcher and I finally decide (after many glances across the room) that I should go talk to Rafael. So I look over to where he had been sitting and he was gone. In my slightly drunken stupor I started bitching about it "Dammit! Hes gone! I waited to long and hes gone! Dammit hes so hot...why didnt I go talk to him? Hes gone" and etc. Suddenly the DJ comes over the p.a. and says "Shoulda made your move sooner!"
For a split second the three of us looked at each other, trying to soak in what just happened, but it didnt take long for me to realize that my rant had been loud enough for most of the bar to hear, and I was getting called out for being a wuss. I immediately laid my head in kathys lap and hid under the table laughing for a good 5 minutes or so.
The moral of the story is: Erin is a loud drunk with a serious problem approaching guys. 2 things I need to work on?