mistake
Friday night I made a huge mistake and it came in the form of a night out with the co-workers. It was supposed to be a going-away party for Erica and I, the summer workers, seeing as she had one more day and I had one more week. We were to gather at a bar owned by the family of another co-worker. Kalyn and Shannon picked me up at 5:40 (we got out of work at 5...) after I had had a "dinner" of a few Cheetos, some M&Ms, and a String Cheese, and we headed out. Kalyn is 23 and cool, but Shannon is 30, married, and not cool at all, though very nice. She just says things like my grandmother.
Anyway, feeling like an alcoholic, we arrived at the bar around six. This was not a happy hour, this was sheer desire to get wasted early on the part of the co-workers. Turns out a bunch of them (the 35 and over crowd) had been there waiting since right after work! Anyway, Kalyn bought me a drink right away, and my supervisor Kelly bought me a shot of Tequila. No salt, no lime. Just Tequila. In order to try to impress the older kids, I downed that shot like a pro, and that's when my troubles began.
Actually, my troubles began when Erica showed up. Erica is 20 and preppy. And a tank. She began ordering drinks, which she just blew right through, and then ordering us both shots, which I didn't seem to have a say in, but consumed anyway. We had lemon drops (delicious) and Kamakazes (also tasty) and I truly became a pro at taking shots that evening. None of this two sip bull I've been pulling up till now.
In the end, I had about 3 drinks and 4v shots before the night was over... at ten o'clock. Shannon paid the $110 bar tab that Kalyn, Erica, and I had racked up. Good lord. As much as I had, I actually had the LEAST of the three. Then Shannon drove Kalyn and I to McDonald's, where I proceded to puke while going through the drive-through. Class act, right here. As were pulling up, I'm throwing up, head hanging out the door. Then I truthfully insisted that I could not go home like this, and asked to be dropped off at Kalyn's house, which is about a 7 minute walk from mine. Once there, I threw up in her bathroom. Then she threw up. Then we both passed out on the couches and woke around one, at which point she drove me home. Somehow, I managed to convince my parents that I was not drunk, until I mispronounced some word, and then they laughed at me and went to bed.
Still, I was up at 7 and at work by 8. The problem was, I had to greet that morning, so none of my co-workers saw me. They used that time to share my story with everyone else, and to assume that I just couldn't make it in that morning. After begging out of greeting around 9, because I definitely couldn;t handle and there was thankfully no line to greet, I went downstairs to file, where I was harrassed and questioned about the night before. My only consolations were that I didn't pay, I had an awesome time, and they all admitted they'd been there before too. I have, however, forever lost my "quiet girl" reputation among them, and will be harassed all this week. My LAST WEEK!!!
For those of you who made it to the end of this narative, I need advice. Shannon paid for Kalyn, Erica, and I, and I actually feel terrible about that. We all thanked her, and offered money, but she wouldn't take it. She's not rich or anything, you know? So what should I do? Offer to pay again? Buy her something? I don't like this.
Also, as much fun as this was, hanging out with 30-somethigns who are clearly sluts and alcoholics was depressing. It made me feel good about my life, but it still made me feel sad that people live like that.
The end.
Anyway, feeling like an alcoholic, we arrived at the bar around six. This was not a happy hour, this was sheer desire to get wasted early on the part of the co-workers. Turns out a bunch of them (the 35 and over crowd) had been there waiting since right after work! Anyway, Kalyn bought me a drink right away, and my supervisor Kelly bought me a shot of Tequila. No salt, no lime. Just Tequila. In order to try to impress the older kids, I downed that shot like a pro, and that's when my troubles began.
Actually, my troubles began when Erica showed up. Erica is 20 and preppy. And a tank. She began ordering drinks, which she just blew right through, and then ordering us both shots, which I didn't seem to have a say in, but consumed anyway. We had lemon drops (delicious) and Kamakazes (also tasty) and I truly became a pro at taking shots that evening. None of this two sip bull I've been pulling up till now.
In the end, I had about 3 drinks and 4v shots before the night was over... at ten o'clock. Shannon paid the $110 bar tab that Kalyn, Erica, and I had racked up. Good lord. As much as I had, I actually had the LEAST of the three. Then Shannon drove Kalyn and I to McDonald's, where I proceded to puke while going through the drive-through. Class act, right here. As were pulling up, I'm throwing up, head hanging out the door. Then I truthfully insisted that I could not go home like this, and asked to be dropped off at Kalyn's house, which is about a 7 minute walk from mine. Once there, I threw up in her bathroom. Then she threw up. Then we both passed out on the couches and woke around one, at which point she drove me home. Somehow, I managed to convince my parents that I was not drunk, until I mispronounced some word, and then they laughed at me and went to bed.
Still, I was up at 7 and at work by 8. The problem was, I had to greet that morning, so none of my co-workers saw me. They used that time to share my story with everyone else, and to assume that I just couldn't make it in that morning. After begging out of greeting around 9, because I definitely couldn;t handle and there was thankfully no line to greet, I went downstairs to file, where I was harrassed and questioned about the night before. My only consolations were that I didn't pay, I had an awesome time, and they all admitted they'd been there before too. I have, however, forever lost my "quiet girl" reputation among them, and will be harassed all this week. My LAST WEEK!!!
For those of you who made it to the end of this narative, I need advice. Shannon paid for Kalyn, Erica, and I, and I actually feel terrible about that. We all thanked her, and offered money, but she wouldn't take it. She's not rich or anything, you know? So what should I do? Offer to pay again? Buy her something? I don't like this.
Also, as much fun as this was, hanging out with 30-somethigns who are clearly sluts and alcoholics was depressing. It made me feel good about my life, but it still made me feel sad that people live like that.
The end.