unnngghhh crazy birthday parties
So I went to a birthday party that this bar was having for all the july birthdays, including Randy's birthday which happened to be today (saturday). So I went, planning only to stay for a few hours. I ended up staying until 12:30. Bout thirty minutes ago, that is.
There are several reasons why we left: 1. I have to be at BBW at 10 in the morning. 2. Randy was starting to be stumbling drunk. 3. My ex-stepdad arrived. Said he freakin "loves" and "knows" "those girls." Damn him. Hatred. We left rather abruptly. I'm kinda sad I didn't get to say bye to the people we were sitting with. They were nice.
Randy was really protective of me the whole time. Every time a guy would look at me or try to talk to me he'd tell them to back off. Apparently I need bigger bling bling so that drunks can see it too. If they care. This one guy kept winking at me. HAHAHAHA! I nearly died. One of Randy and Mom's friends who was sitting with us kept telling me how beautiful I was (yada yada yada) and whatnot. Crazy beer goggles I'm thinking. And he kept kissing my hand toward the end there. He reminded me of the time when me and Tali were working at Boomer's and this guy was soooo drunk when he was coming off the boat. He gave us each a kiss on the cheek. Hey at least we got tips out of that one. Old drunk people are insane.
I've decided that bars are sad places disguised as places to have "fun."
Ugh. Sleep.
There are several reasons why we left: 1. I have to be at BBW at 10 in the morning. 2. Randy was starting to be stumbling drunk. 3. My ex-stepdad arrived. Said he freakin "loves" and "knows" "those girls." Damn him. Hatred. We left rather abruptly. I'm kinda sad I didn't get to say bye to the people we were sitting with. They were nice.
Randy was really protective of me the whole time. Every time a guy would look at me or try to talk to me he'd tell them to back off. Apparently I need bigger bling bling so that drunks can see it too. If they care. This one guy kept winking at me. HAHAHAHA! I nearly died. One of Randy and Mom's friends who was sitting with us kept telling me how beautiful I was (yada yada yada) and whatnot. Crazy beer goggles I'm thinking. And he kept kissing my hand toward the end there. He reminded me of the time when me and Tali were working at Boomer's and this guy was soooo drunk when he was coming off the boat. He gave us each a kiss on the cheek. Hey at least we got tips out of that one. Old drunk people are insane.
I've decided that bars are sad places disguised as places to have "fun."
Ugh. Sleep.