so...
Tuesday night I went to a party in bumble fuck Pickens County. The night started off ok but then again, they all do. I proceeded to consume an ENTIRE bottle of 18 year old single malt scotch. At first everything was cool and I was getting along. Then I got shitty. So the night ended like this...
I finished the bottle, blacked out, started talking shit, offended everyone, punched a guy in the face, was rushed by a crowd of rednecks, I continued to talk shit, didn't get my ass beat (thankfully), passed out in the hallway, was carried to the living room and slept on a hardwood floor.
I actually work with the guy that I punched. I apologized to him and thankfully he told me it was "water under the bridge". He said I punch hard as fuck for a smaller guy and that his face still hurts. Haha. Damn I feel bad.
On top of all that some nasty MARRIED bitch was trying to get all on my shit, I said to her the obvious thing, "Hey, aren't you married?" to get her to leave me alone. No luck, so my friend Ryan saved me from her and then everyone accused me of trying to get with her. Which, oh my Christ, was so far from the truth. This was before I got too drunk. Some country bitch was like "you shouldn't be tryin' to get with married women."
I was like WTF?!
So I told her politely, "I wasn't trying to get with her. I have a girlfriend at home. Don't accuse me of some shit when you don't know the facts."
Another guy who overheard her talking to me and me telling her she should go call her husband vouched and everything was cleared up. Ryan and I had been talking about how she looked like she had been in a house fire earlier. Haha. No way was I hitting on that bitch. Thankfully she just went inside and passed out.
So, needless to say. I will never be attending another party in Pickens County. You live and you learn.
...And maybe I have realized that I have a drinking problem.
I finished the bottle, blacked out, started talking shit, offended everyone, punched a guy in the face, was rushed by a crowd of rednecks, I continued to talk shit, didn't get my ass beat (thankfully), passed out in the hallway, was carried to the living room and slept on a hardwood floor.
I actually work with the guy that I punched. I apologized to him and thankfully he told me it was "water under the bridge". He said I punch hard as fuck for a smaller guy and that his face still hurts. Haha. Damn I feel bad.
On top of all that some nasty MARRIED bitch was trying to get all on my shit, I said to her the obvious thing, "Hey, aren't you married?" to get her to leave me alone. No luck, so my friend Ryan saved me from her and then everyone accused me of trying to get with her. Which, oh my Christ, was so far from the truth. This was before I got too drunk. Some country bitch was like "you shouldn't be tryin' to get with married women."
I was like WTF?!
So I told her politely, "I wasn't trying to get with her. I have a girlfriend at home. Don't accuse me of some shit when you don't know the facts."
Another guy who overheard her talking to me and me telling her she should go call her husband vouched and everything was cleared up. Ryan and I had been talking about how she looked like she had been in a house fire earlier. Haha. No way was I hitting on that bitch. Thankfully she just went inside and passed out.
So, needless to say. I will never be attending another party in Pickens County. You live and you learn.
...And maybe I have realized that I have a drinking problem.