Friday Night Drunkeness

Saturday morning I woke feeling like I was hit by a bus. I haven't had a night like that in a while.

After work on Friday I went over to CK's to share a bottle of wine I picked up on my way home. We sat in her living room looking at magazines, watching reality TV, and drinking. We were planning on going out to a bar in our neighborhood later. The BF came over after a while to pregame with us before heading out. CK still wasn't ready and I was still on the couch, so to get revved up we took a shot. That was the beginning.

I'm not a shot taker. I used to be, but I think my 23rd birthday ruined all that. I'll have to tell that story some time, it's another disgusting story about wasted Coconut.

Anyway, we eventually made our way to the bar. We've been going to a different bar in our neighborhood that I've recently discovered I really like. It's a dive with 70s decor and really good music. They play the stuff that everyone know. It's a fun time.

When we got there CK recognized a guy at a table close to us as the boyfriend of one of her co-workers. He was making out with some really gross girl, who was not CK's co-worker. We texted the co-worker a few times, eventually telling her what he was doing. Meanwhile, we're getting progressively more drunk on vodka and tonics.

Steph and her boyfriend Jack showed up about an hour after we got there. We had such a blast! I love going to dive bars and dancing to old songs that everyone knows the words to. I haven't danced and gotten wasted and had a simple, genuinely fun night out with my favorite people in forever. It's the most fun I've had in a while.

The cheating douche bag was leaving with the gross girl he was making out with and CK wanted to say something to him. She was on the other side of the table so she told me to go after him. I got through the crowd and had a hand on his shoulder right before he reached the door.

"Is your name [cheating douche bag]?"

"Yeah!"

"I work with [co-worker]!"

"[Co-worker, co-worker]...?"

"Yep!"

At that point CK was caught up with us. She said:

"I saw you making out with that other girl."

"Oh, [co-worker] and I aren't dating!"

"Ok, that's fine. But I told her I saw you, so I hope that's what she thinks."

We walked away after that. CK called her co-worker to tell her what happened. When I got back to the table the BF and Jack were talking about fantasy football and Steph was dancing up a storm. I started dancing with Steph and the BF must've been pretty drunk because he started dancing, too. (He's not into dancing, but if I rub my butt on him and get a few drinks in him, he'll join in.)

CK finally got back from her phone call and started dancing with us. A little while later I look over and the BF is passing out at the table. I tell him we can go, but he says, "No, we won't leave until you want to." So, I ask him what we should do to perk him up. I suggest taking a shot (I had to be drunk) and he excitedly says yes! (He must've been drunk, too. He doesn't like shots either.) We took a lemon-drop shot and he forgot to bite the lemon! I look over and he has this terrible look on his face, so I shoved the lemon in his mouth. We started cracking up and arguing about the use of the lemon.

We got back to the table and danced some more, but the shot didn't really help to wake him up. I was starving and everyone else felt like leaving, so it was time to go. We stumbled down the street to a hot dog place, bought a couple of dogs, and then proceeded to stumble, weave, and bump into each other the rest of the way home. The last thing I remember is laying down, getting the spins, and putting my palm to the wall to make the room stop spinning before I fell asleep.

I need more nights like that.