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Last night started with me mopily eating a hamburger and drinking a beer. A fellow sat with me at Pier 525 (Our base restaurant/bar) and we chatted a bit. Turns out he's in the barracks at which I'm the yeoman.
Anyway, I felt a little awkward so I finished my beer and went to the bar where I proceeded to drink two double-shots of rum and Coke, and a firebomb shot. I ate popcorn and texted my friends while I drank, trying to find someone to hang out with for the night. Turns out Nieves and Leon left last week, ruining my last chances to hang out with them. Leon revealed to me that he had been flirting and I told him "I'm oblivious to people's sexual advances until you're like, slapping me in the face with your dick."
Well. Now we know. I liked Leon but now he's in Virginia. Sigh.
Anway, I called Ari and was like "HAY GIRL I BEEN DRINKIN WANNA DRINK WIT ME" and she was like "lol no but we're going dancing later wanna come?" and I was like "HELL YEH GIRL call me whenever."
So, reasonably drunk I call Arevalo and say "YOU'RE NOT FUCKING YOUR GIRLFRIEND WATCH DBZ ABRIDGED WITH ME."
So we did, but ended up watching Hellsing Abridged by the same people.
(We were sitting in the barrack's lounge and a petty officer entered. A seaman greeted him with, "HEY HEY HEY GOOD EVENING, HOW ARE YOU?" in this sickeningly sweet voice. Me and Arevalo laughed:
Arevalo: Is that some brown your nose?
Me: Smells a bit like shit right now. HEY RIMJOBS AREN'T THAT BAD AS LONG AS YOU CLEAN UP FIRST.
Then the petty officer walked over and said, "Excuse me, are you calling your shipmate a suck up? A brown noser? A kiss ass and boot licker?"
Arevalo: Uh...
Me: *giggling drunkenly* We never called him any of that.
Petty Officer: Well you should because he is.)
After a little while I got tired and told Arevalo I needed a nap before leaving with Ari. On the way back to my room I fell up the stairs, nearly landing on my laptop and scratching the hell out of my hand. It's nice and bruised.
So I took a nap and after an hour got up to meet with Ari. I got her on base and showed her the Navy bar, which really isn't impressive unless you're with a group of friends. So we both had some hard apple cider (And I picked up a Sprite with rum and some kind of pink juice) and decided to look up a hookah bar.
We ended up in the middle of I Have No Freaking Clue, Illinois. But it was this nice hole-in-the-wall place which was about to close for the night. We had a hookah and some surprisingly good tea with some stale animal crackers. There was a guy playing acoustic guitar versions of Beethoven songs. The venue was mostly empty, and we wished we had come earlier but it was nice anyway. Also there was a fat, finicky cat.
Before we left we asked if there was anywhere nearby, and the girl waiting on us said there was a bar across the street.
So after a grand adventure in parking in an extremely crowded, narrow lot where we almost got trapped, we go inside expecting a bunch of 50-year-old drunks. Instead the place is packed with 20-something stoner-looking hipsters, dancing to house music and drinking.
Ari and I jump right in on the dance floor and danced for a solid two hours (I had a girl come up to me, excited that I was wearing an Eric Cartman t-shirt, "That's like, my FAVORITE SHOW" "It's mine too!"). At one point Ari and I were dance-challenged by a little Asian dude, I was twerked against by a Mexican and a Brony seemed determined to make me and Ari kiss. It was awesome.
Come 2 a.m. it was time to leave and I left the female bartender $5 for the water she kept giving me. I hadn't hydrated for going on six hours. Queasy but excited, we went on the hunt for food being told by a guy that "Richard's" was a good late-night place to go.
BBQ sounded horrible to me, but suddenly we both wanted Mexican. Lo, we find a Mexican place open and walk inside, immediately greeted by some 30-somethings, "Hey! White girls over here! White girls only" so we sit and chat and share free chips and salsa with some apparent regulars.
I ordered beef tripe tacos. They were perfectly fatty for me and my alcohol-laced stomach. The waiter offered our table on-the-house fried jalapenos, and I was drunk enough to take a huge bite. Biggest mistake. I was brought a spoon of sugar and Ari and I shared a glass of milk. It helped.
Turns out "Richard's" was across the street, so we went inside. It was nice but not as cool at the first bar. We started to play a game of pool but were kicked out at 3:50 a.m. A few guys started heckling us playfully when they realized how terrible Ari and I are at pool. I danced to Thrift Shop and that was enjoyable.
Anyway. At that point we were still awake but everywhere was closed so Ari took me back to base.
SO CONCLUDES THE ARI AND MATTY ADVENTURES we had a lot of fun. Yes.
Anyway, I felt a little awkward so I finished my beer and went to the bar where I proceeded to drink two double-shots of rum and Coke, and a firebomb shot. I ate popcorn and texted my friends while I drank, trying to find someone to hang out with for the night. Turns out Nieves and Leon left last week, ruining my last chances to hang out with them. Leon revealed to me that he had been flirting and I told him "I'm oblivious to people's sexual advances until you're like, slapping me in the face with your dick."
Well. Now we know. I liked Leon but now he's in Virginia. Sigh.
Anway, I called Ari and was like "HAY GIRL I BEEN DRINKIN WANNA DRINK WIT ME" and she was like "lol no but we're going dancing later wanna come?" and I was like "HELL YEH GIRL call me whenever."
So, reasonably drunk I call Arevalo and say "YOU'RE NOT FUCKING YOUR GIRLFRIEND WATCH DBZ ABRIDGED WITH ME."
So we did, but ended up watching Hellsing Abridged by the same people.
(We were sitting in the barrack's lounge and a petty officer entered. A seaman greeted him with, "HEY HEY HEY GOOD EVENING, HOW ARE YOU?" in this sickeningly sweet voice. Me and Arevalo laughed:
Arevalo: Is that some brown your nose?
Me: Smells a bit like shit right now. HEY RIMJOBS AREN'T THAT BAD AS LONG AS YOU CLEAN UP FIRST.
Then the petty officer walked over and said, "Excuse me, are you calling your shipmate a suck up? A brown noser? A kiss ass and boot licker?"
Arevalo: Uh...
Me: *giggling drunkenly* We never called him any of that.
Petty Officer: Well you should because he is.)
After a little while I got tired and told Arevalo I needed a nap before leaving with Ari. On the way back to my room I fell up the stairs, nearly landing on my laptop and scratching the hell out of my hand. It's nice and bruised.
So I took a nap and after an hour got up to meet with Ari. I got her on base and showed her the Navy bar, which really isn't impressive unless you're with a group of friends. So we both had some hard apple cider (And I picked up a Sprite with rum and some kind of pink juice) and decided to look up a hookah bar.
We ended up in the middle of I Have No Freaking Clue, Illinois. But it was this nice hole-in-the-wall place which was about to close for the night. We had a hookah and some surprisingly good tea with some stale animal crackers. There was a guy playing acoustic guitar versions of Beethoven songs. The venue was mostly empty, and we wished we had come earlier but it was nice anyway. Also there was a fat, finicky cat.
Before we left we asked if there was anywhere nearby, and the girl waiting on us said there was a bar across the street.
So after a grand adventure in parking in an extremely crowded, narrow lot where we almost got trapped, we go inside expecting a bunch of 50-year-old drunks. Instead the place is packed with 20-something stoner-looking hipsters, dancing to house music and drinking.
Ari and I jump right in on the dance floor and danced for a solid two hours (I had a girl come up to me, excited that I was wearing an Eric Cartman t-shirt, "That's like, my FAVORITE SHOW" "It's mine too!"). At one point Ari and I were dance-challenged by a little Asian dude, I was twerked against by a Mexican and a Brony seemed determined to make me and Ari kiss. It was awesome.
Come 2 a.m. it was time to leave and I left the female bartender $5 for the water she kept giving me. I hadn't hydrated for going on six hours. Queasy but excited, we went on the hunt for food being told by a guy that "Richard's" was a good late-night place to go.
BBQ sounded horrible to me, but suddenly we both wanted Mexican. Lo, we find a Mexican place open and walk inside, immediately greeted by some 30-somethings, "Hey! White girls over here! White girls only" so we sit and chat and share free chips and salsa with some apparent regulars.
I ordered beef tripe tacos. They were perfectly fatty for me and my alcohol-laced stomach. The waiter offered our table on-the-house fried jalapenos, and I was drunk enough to take a huge bite. Biggest mistake. I was brought a spoon of sugar and Ari and I shared a glass of milk. It helped.
Turns out "Richard's" was across the street, so we went inside. It was nice but not as cool at the first bar. We started to play a game of pool but were kicked out at 3:50 a.m. A few guys started heckling us playfully when they realized how terrible Ari and I are at pool. I danced to Thrift Shop and that was enjoyable.
Anyway. At that point we were still awake but everywhere was closed so Ari took me back to base.
SO CONCLUDES THE ARI AND MATTY ADVENTURES we had a lot of fun. Yes.