Another one for the books
Note to self (Reason for your sleep deprivation this weekend):
Since the whole let's-go-to-law-school-night-at-a-Irish-bar-and-hit-on-drunk-soon-to-be-rich-girls thing didn't work, Friday we decided to take it easy at Rock Bottom...or so we thought. It was packed to the gills there but we got there at little early (8:00) so we were nicely situated at the bar before it got REALLY packed. Me, Andy, Bobby, Britt, Nic. Many drinks later and Nic's already pretty damned drunk and talking to everyone. A group of girls come up to order a drink and ask him who I am (did I mention I'm wearing my tiny little late Grandfather's 20 year old sweater from Leeds, England?) so he says, "That's my friend Jeremy". I turn around to say hi to them and he SLAPS me right across the face. I was just stunned. The girl says "He just slapped you in the face what are you going to do" I just said I don't hit friends (no matter how drunk they are) and I made sure the bartender puts all their 6 drinks on his tab (EAT IT!). An hour or 2 rolls by and soon enough EVERYONE's there. Matt Naedel and 2 of his friends show up, then Bartlett and the Sweircz brothers are there and Carolyn's come back from South Carolina. So to say hi, I steal her big wool hat and wear it the rest of the night. Many compliments from ladies because apparently if you look stupid it doesn't work as well but if you look REALLY stupid, then women take notice.
Ellie, Chantal, Matt are there randomly.
(Funny side note: Bobby and I split an order of Titan toothpicks and so we sit on the same side sharing the plate and the other 3 sit on the other side. Eventually they all leave and Bobby and I realize we're sitting on the same side of the booth, next to each other, sharing food. This pretty attractive girl is going to sit at the booth behind us and she almost trips over herself on the way there. We think "Hey she's checking us out". Then we realize she probably thinks we're a gay couple what with me in my old man sweater and us sharing food sitting next to each other.)
Long night short, I'm standing by the bar ordering myself a drink and this absolutely beautiful dark haired girl stands next to me to order herself some drinks. Somehow we start talking and I'm making her blush and calling her Martini by accident 12902 times even though her name is MartinA and she keeps giving me these sexy, enchanting looks. She asks me how old I am because apparently I seem young and she says "I bet you're 24 aren't you" So I say "yeah you got me". "Well I'm 28" she says. "NO WAY! You're so young a beautiful" (and you think I'm 24 hahah) She then gets a pen from Elijah (best bartender ever) and writes her number on my arm. I still haven't washed it.
Routine continues; go home, sleep for 5 hours, wake up, go tailgate, drinking beers and BBQing from 10am-4PM, have seats on the first row by the 30 yard line, spend the whole game heckling and yelling at the opposing team that's standing 5 feet away from us, go back to the parking lot drink more beer, go out to dinner, go home for 10 minutes of sleep, go over to Carmela's where we go out to bars and Georgetown and meet up with Arun from my internship, crash on Carmela's futon, rinse, repeat.
Since the whole let's-go-to-law-school-night-at-a-Irish-bar-and-hit-on-drunk-soon-to-be-rich-girls thing didn't work, Friday we decided to take it easy at Rock Bottom...or so we thought. It was packed to the gills there but we got there at little early (8:00) so we were nicely situated at the bar before it got REALLY packed. Me, Andy, Bobby, Britt, Nic. Many drinks later and Nic's already pretty damned drunk and talking to everyone. A group of girls come up to order a drink and ask him who I am (did I mention I'm wearing my tiny little late Grandfather's 20 year old sweater from Leeds, England?) so he says, "That's my friend Jeremy". I turn around to say hi to them and he SLAPS me right across the face. I was just stunned. The girl says "He just slapped you in the face what are you going to do" I just said I don't hit friends (no matter how drunk they are) and I made sure the bartender puts all their 6 drinks on his tab (EAT IT!). An hour or 2 rolls by and soon enough EVERYONE's there. Matt Naedel and 2 of his friends show up, then Bartlett and the Sweircz brothers are there and Carolyn's come back from South Carolina. So to say hi, I steal her big wool hat and wear it the rest of the night. Many compliments from ladies because apparently if you look stupid it doesn't work as well but if you look REALLY stupid, then women take notice.
Ellie, Chantal, Matt are there randomly.
(Funny side note: Bobby and I split an order of Titan toothpicks and so we sit on the same side sharing the plate and the other 3 sit on the other side. Eventually they all leave and Bobby and I realize we're sitting on the same side of the booth, next to each other, sharing food. This pretty attractive girl is going to sit at the booth behind us and she almost trips over herself on the way there. We think "Hey she's checking us out". Then we realize she probably thinks we're a gay couple what with me in my old man sweater and us sharing food sitting next to each other.)
Long night short, I'm standing by the bar ordering myself a drink and this absolutely beautiful dark haired girl stands next to me to order herself some drinks. Somehow we start talking and I'm making her blush and calling her Martini by accident 12902 times even though her name is MartinA and she keeps giving me these sexy, enchanting looks. She asks me how old I am because apparently I seem young and she says "I bet you're 24 aren't you" So I say "yeah you got me". "Well I'm 28" she says. "NO WAY! You're so young a beautiful" (and you think I'm 24 hahah) She then gets a pen from Elijah (best bartender ever) and writes her number on my arm. I still haven't washed it.
Routine continues; go home, sleep for 5 hours, wake up, go tailgate, drinking beers and BBQing from 10am-4PM, have seats on the first row by the 30 yard line, spend the whole game heckling and yelling at the opposing team that's standing 5 feet away from us, go back to the parking lot drink more beer, go out to dinner, go home for 10 minutes of sleep, go over to Carmela's where we go out to bars and Georgetown and meet up with Arun from my internship, crash on Carmela's futon, rinse, repeat.