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Friday night I actually got to go out. To a bar. In New Orleans.
It was lovely.
I went to One Eyed jack's to see Lindsay who was bartending. I ended up walking to Molly's where my brother and Robert were meeting me. It was eerie. The French Quarter on a Friday night and I was the only person walking down Decatur.
Everyone was a rescue worker at Molly's and Nick bought some firefighters a round and I ended up talking to 6 members of the Peoria, IL Fire Department for quite a while. They think I talk like I'm from the Midwest. I was kinda insulted.
Then, Nick points out some creepy dude in an orange shirt who he says is giving me weird looks. The guy looks like some normal yuppie to me. I go across the bar to talk to Lindsay and Nick and Robert leave. I found out later that they followed who they thought was the orange shirt guy to make sure he was leaving and wouldn't fuck with me when they were gone.
About 20 minutes later I'm sitting on a stool completely shit faced when Orange Shirt comes out of nowhere and walks over and says something to me that my drunk ass didn't understand. I lean in and say, "What?" and he leans over and KISSES ME ON THE MOUTH!!! It was so nasty. I screamed at him and Lindsay's friend Brett went after him and tried to kick his ass. They had to throw Orange Shirt out of the bar.
Mom says I shouldn't leave the house because bad shit happens to other people when I do.
It was lovely.
I went to One Eyed jack's to see Lindsay who was bartending. I ended up walking to Molly's where my brother and Robert were meeting me. It was eerie. The French Quarter on a Friday night and I was the only person walking down Decatur.
Everyone was a rescue worker at Molly's and Nick bought some firefighters a round and I ended up talking to 6 members of the Peoria, IL Fire Department for quite a while. They think I talk like I'm from the Midwest. I was kinda insulted.
Then, Nick points out some creepy dude in an orange shirt who he says is giving me weird looks. The guy looks like some normal yuppie to me. I go across the bar to talk to Lindsay and Nick and Robert leave. I found out later that they followed who they thought was the orange shirt guy to make sure he was leaving and wouldn't fuck with me when they were gone.
About 20 minutes later I'm sitting on a stool completely shit faced when Orange Shirt comes out of nowhere and walks over and says something to me that my drunk ass didn't understand. I lean in and say, "What?" and he leans over and KISSES ME ON THE MOUTH!!! It was so nasty. I screamed at him and Lindsay's friend Brett went after him and tried to kick his ass. They had to throw Orange Shirt out of the bar.
Mom says I shouldn't leave the house because bad shit happens to other people when I do.