When the party starts to suck , i do good deeds to keep myself occupied
.....and then i decide to try to walk home from a place i was driven to, which is out in the sticks.
My brother left me at the party because i was taking too long to get the keys from this 2 week old ugly drunk couple, that reeked of desperation and mutual ego inflation. I had to convince half naked tattooed dbag that he was worth more to everyone passed out, and alive, on the couch, than driving himself and his girlfriend home, 45 miles, drunk. It took me 2 hours to get his keys, i was about to just hit him over the head (neck, and face) with something heavy, and take them by force. I think i just argued with them to the point they didnt even give a shit about driving, and just wanted to pass out. I did my good deed for the month of july, where is my fuckin' cupcake?!
After they went to go fuck on the roof, or something, i decided that staring at a bunch of passed out drunks was really boring, and i wasnt sleepy. I was still a little drunk, so i decided to walk home.
For the first time in my life i was 100% fucking lost and on foot, no idea where the hell i was. There was NO traffic, noone was around to ask directions...heh. I tried calling my nerd friends so they could googlemap my location....but they were too busy getting drunk at Defcon. I jumped in front of a cop car, and he stopped and asked me what the hell , and gave me directions to my town, which was miles in the OTHER direction that i was walking - argh! I asked him for a ride, he said no, i was drinking. I told him i lied, he said "nope i dont give liars rides either HAVEANICEDAAAAAYYY!" and pulled away, leaving me in the pitch black empty road, in the middle of the damn woods. Pretty sure a pack of dear was stalking me, waiting for their moment to pounce... after a few hours i made it home, and passed out the second my face hit the bed.
In other news, i'l be staying in NYC next weekend, with my favoritist lady friend and her sweedish husband, who is looks and sounds like someone who would take a plane full of Olympians hostage. He's an interesting guy. Friday night is chicks release party for her new album, and it will be an open hodka bar! woooo! Hot drunk russian ladies!
Welp. Have a nice night everyone, im gonna watch madmen for another 5 hours.
My brother left me at the party because i was taking too long to get the keys from this 2 week old ugly drunk couple, that reeked of desperation and mutual ego inflation. I had to convince half naked tattooed dbag that he was worth more to everyone passed out, and alive, on the couch, than driving himself and his girlfriend home, 45 miles, drunk. It took me 2 hours to get his keys, i was about to just hit him over the head (neck, and face) with something heavy, and take them by force. I think i just argued with them to the point they didnt even give a shit about driving, and just wanted to pass out. I did my good deed for the month of july, where is my fuckin' cupcake?!
After they went to go fuck on the roof, or something, i decided that staring at a bunch of passed out drunks was really boring, and i wasnt sleepy. I was still a little drunk, so i decided to walk home.
For the first time in my life i was 100% fucking lost and on foot, no idea where the hell i was. There was NO traffic, noone was around to ask directions...heh. I tried calling my nerd friends so they could googlemap my location....but they were too busy getting drunk at Defcon. I jumped in front of a cop car, and he stopped and asked me what the hell , and gave me directions to my town, which was miles in the OTHER direction that i was walking - argh! I asked him for a ride, he said no, i was drinking. I told him i lied, he said "nope i dont give liars rides either HAVEANICEDAAAAAYYY!" and pulled away, leaving me in the pitch black empty road, in the middle of the damn woods. Pretty sure a pack of dear was stalking me, waiting for their moment to pounce... after a few hours i made it home, and passed out the second my face hit the bed.
In other news, i'l be staying in NYC next weekend, with my favoritist lady friend and her sweedish husband, who is looks and sounds like someone who would take a plane full of Olympians hostage. He's an interesting guy. Friday night is chicks release party for her new album, and it will be an open hodka bar! woooo! Hot drunk russian ladies!
Welp. Have a nice night everyone, im gonna watch madmen for another 5 hours.