In which she is still feeling a bit buzzed...
So this past Saturday night ='d insane.
I dunno whether theres something in the water right now, but it seems to me that the locals (myself included) are goin' a bit nuts. Case in point, last Saturday night I had to FEC at work (aside from being my least favorite job anyway, it especially sucks a big one on the Saturday a week before Easter). As my luck would have it, it's super fucking busy, I have no help, go-backs pouring out of my ass, and don't get a blocker out on the floor until an hour before closing. This is where I'm beginning to get pissed.
Rewind a few days. Earlier on in the week Katie and I had planned on meeting Ashley's new boyfriend that night (who happens to be eight years older than the girl), only she never called us to finalize plans, and therefore, said (non-existant) plans fell through. Then, we were going to see if Seth, (who just happens to be Ashley's (quite recent) ex) could do anything. Nope, he was going over to Daytona. So, we were looking at the beginnings of a pretty boring night.
Fast-forward back to Saturday. That night at work, we find out that Seth didn't go to Daytona and was actually able to hang out. Things start to look better. Then Katie gets a call from Ashley asking if we were still on for the night. We automatically think, "Oh shit". So Katie goes to the back to talk to Brad and see what he says about the whole deal, which only complicates matters as he wanted us to go with him to Wal*Mart to buy snacks for his fishing trip the next day. So yeah, somehow, within the span of fifteen minutes, we're suddenly the two most popular kids on the planet. Go figure.
Anyhoo, after much debating (and phone!lies) we decide to accompany Brad on his munchie-run (along with Seth, who was called in to help close, and Chris 'Man-whore' Rabe), after which we will tear the shit up right (read drink). (I think I may have left part of my uniform in the backseat of Brad's truck... That sounds waaay dirtier than it is.)
So about an hour or so after work (a little before midnight), myself, Katie and Seth (our DD, since he's still got a few days left of being under the legal age) arrive at the Blind Pig Pub, where Katie and I proceed to get absolutely stoinkered splitting a pitcher of Yuengling. (It's actually the first time I've ever been officially drunk.)
After last call (bar closed at 2), we headed over to Denny's, as we were all starving at that point, and we saw some patron's (obviously quite drunk) strip for cigarettes. Fun times for all.
Saw this pic on MySpace and nearly peed my pants. If true, it makes it that much funnier.
And apparently he does it at any time!
I dunno whether theres something in the water right now, but it seems to me that the locals (myself included) are goin' a bit nuts. Case in point, last Saturday night I had to FEC at work (aside from being my least favorite job anyway, it especially sucks a big one on the Saturday a week before Easter). As my luck would have it, it's super fucking busy, I have no help, go-backs pouring out of my ass, and don't get a blocker out on the floor until an hour before closing. This is where I'm beginning to get pissed.
Rewind a few days. Earlier on in the week Katie and I had planned on meeting Ashley's new boyfriend that night (who happens to be eight years older than the girl), only she never called us to finalize plans, and therefore, said (non-existant) plans fell through. Then, we were going to see if Seth, (who just happens to be Ashley's (quite recent) ex) could do anything. Nope, he was going over to Daytona. So, we were looking at the beginnings of a pretty boring night.
Fast-forward back to Saturday. That night at work, we find out that Seth didn't go to Daytona and was actually able to hang out. Things start to look better. Then Katie gets a call from Ashley asking if we were still on for the night. We automatically think, "Oh shit". So Katie goes to the back to talk to Brad and see what he says about the whole deal, which only complicates matters as he wanted us to go with him to Wal*Mart to buy snacks for his fishing trip the next day. So yeah, somehow, within the span of fifteen minutes, we're suddenly the two most popular kids on the planet. Go figure.
Anyhoo, after much debating (and phone!lies) we decide to accompany Brad on his munchie-run (along with Seth, who was called in to help close, and Chris 'Man-whore' Rabe), after which we will tear the shit up right (read drink). (I think I may have left part of my uniform in the backseat of Brad's truck... That sounds waaay dirtier than it is.)
So about an hour or so after work (a little before midnight), myself, Katie and Seth (our DD, since he's still got a few days left of being under the legal age) arrive at the Blind Pig Pub, where Katie and I proceed to get absolutely stoinkered splitting a pitcher of Yuengling. (It's actually the first time I've ever been officially drunk.)
After last call (bar closed at 2), we headed over to Denny's, as we were all starving at that point, and we saw some patron's (obviously quite drunk) strip for cigarettes. Fun times for all.
Saw this pic on MySpace and nearly peed my pants. If true, it makes it that much funnier.
And apparently he does it at any time!