Age: 26
Hair: Strawberry Blonde
Height: 5’3
Method: Diving on the Friend Gernade
Advancement: SCENE MISSING
We all know that the night before Thanksgiving is one of the high holidays of the partying drunk. Just like New Years, Cinco de Mayo, Arbor Day, and all the rest. I’m not exactly proud of it, but I started drinking around 2 yesterday. Then happy hour hit, and then my friend and I decided to go pub-crawling all night. It was pretty bad, I’m not going to lie. For a while there I was dangerously close to sobering up, deciding to take it easy for the night. My friend remedied that by buying me multiple rounds of shots.
Only, I was unaware of his nefarious plan. He was trying to butter me up because the girl he is interested in was joining us. There are few things I hate more than being blindsided into being a third wheel. I pointed that out immediately.
Oh I think she’s bringing some friends.
Yeah, she brought a friend all right. She may just have been one of the most obnoxious girls I ever met. She was loud. She had an annoying laugh and laughed at everything. This phenomenon doesn’t mix well with a drunk girl. And she was entirely too drunk. Now, I was drunk too. So drunk there are a few puzzle pieces trapped in the couch of my mind, but my extreme state of inebriation had more to do with having to be forced to entertain and distract this girl. And I’m going to be bluntly honest. I don’t remember anything after ten. And the tiny bits I do remember are hazy, cluttered. I don’t know if anything happened, or how much happened, or if I made empty promises that they would happen…or happen again.
I could ask my friend, I’m sure he’ll tell me anyway, but I don’t really want to know. I hate being listed the dumb shit I do when drunk, even more than being third-wheeled. I’m sitting here with my beer with a Bright Eyes album being the soundtrack to my bad decision. But it’s okay, because today is Thanksgiving and mid-day drinking is allowed…yes it’s a thin excuse, but I’ll take what I can get these days.
