Belated Valentine's Day
The Belated, as in, two days late, Valentine's Day I had was a pretty good experience. The first half of the day, which was billed as for me and a gift to me, was more like Brad's day out. It was fine, but everywhere we went was propelled by his desire to go there.
The second half was awesome. Steve came down and we went out with him. I saw a few people I knew in high school and a cousin, but mostly, Steve was great entertainment. Brad got drunk, but as always, insisted he was NOT drunk, even if he was shouting it. Sober Steve is very sedate, but drinking Steve is an awful lot of fun. He kept me laughing and so did Robby. Robby had been drinking before he ever showed up and continued to drink. He actually got up and did karaoke. I was shocked! It was good, really good. I know most of you aren't familiar with this particular club, since NONE of you live in my city, but people generally can't sing worth two cents.
Over the course of the night, our friends Chris and Mike showed up, but they didn't really hang around with us. It was kind of hard, since Brad was absorbed by Steve. I made sure to stick around them for a bit and talk to them, so they didn't feel like they were getting the brush off.
Robby was hanging all over me every time he came over, putting his arm around my shoulder and being pretty loose for someone who is usually reserved and uptight about physical contact. I think he was feeling really great from the drinks, and possibly other things.
At one point, I was feeling a jacket left on the back of a barstool, which I mistook for Brad's. It wasn't, but there were narcotics in the pocket, which I pulled out to determine what they were and hastily shoved back into the coat. The owner of said coat is a friend of ours and kindly offered me some of his narcotics. This is the point where you have to hide that appalled look on your face that says, "Me? I would NEVER do that!" and just politely refuse. I have no affinity for drugs, cigarettes, and other substances beyond alcohol.
On the way home, Brad made me stop at MacDonald's to get him a Big Mac and a Filet-o-Fish. I couldn't believe he ate both of them! I had a Big N' Tasty, which wasn't very big and certainly wasn't tasty, but at almost 2 a.m. what could I expect? It was enough to soak up some of the liquor. When we got home, I put him to bed and came downstairs to "lock up" the house. Back up to bed and I crashed rubbing his hair. He was dead to the world and didn't even notice I was there, lol.
The second half was awesome. Steve came down and we went out with him. I saw a few people I knew in high school and a cousin, but mostly, Steve was great entertainment. Brad got drunk, but as always, insisted he was NOT drunk, even if he was shouting it. Sober Steve is very sedate, but drinking Steve is an awful lot of fun. He kept me laughing and so did Robby. Robby had been drinking before he ever showed up and continued to drink. He actually got up and did karaoke. I was shocked! It was good, really good. I know most of you aren't familiar with this particular club, since NONE of you live in my city, but people generally can't sing worth two cents.
Over the course of the night, our friends Chris and Mike showed up, but they didn't really hang around with us. It was kind of hard, since Brad was absorbed by Steve. I made sure to stick around them for a bit and talk to them, so they didn't feel like they were getting the brush off.
Robby was hanging all over me every time he came over, putting his arm around my shoulder and being pretty loose for someone who is usually reserved and uptight about physical contact. I think he was feeling really great from the drinks, and possibly other things.
At one point, I was feeling a jacket left on the back of a barstool, which I mistook for Brad's. It wasn't, but there were narcotics in the pocket, which I pulled out to determine what they were and hastily shoved back into the coat. The owner of said coat is a friend of ours and kindly offered me some of his narcotics. This is the point where you have to hide that appalled look on your face that says, "Me? I would NEVER do that!" and just politely refuse. I have no affinity for drugs, cigarettes, and other substances beyond alcohol.
On the way home, Brad made me stop at MacDonald's to get him a Big Mac and a Filet-o-Fish. I couldn't believe he ate both of them! I had a Big N' Tasty, which wasn't very big and certainly wasn't tasty, but at almost 2 a.m. what could I expect? It was enough to soak up some of the liquor. When we got home, I put him to bed and came downstairs to "lock up" the house. Back up to bed and I crashed rubbing his hair. He was dead to the world and didn't even notice I was there, lol.