My Night as a Belligerent Drunk
As most of my tales begin… God, it was a crazy weekend. Friday was basically tame. I hung out with Krishan and Nick and we all watched Amelie together. Hehe. Saturday was a bit crazier, I was going out with my friend Heather and her boyfriend and Krishan and Nick were supposed to tag along. To make a long story short, they didn’t because they were trying to pick up pussy. Needless to say I was a little pissed. So to make up for my bad mood I got crazy drunk.
Now, the rest of this story is manly the retelling of what was told to me. I blacked out for a good portion of the night. Nick came to pick me up from the bar and when he got there I started screaming “I FUCKING HATE YOU!!! YOU DITCHED ME FOR FUCKING PUSSY YOU FUCKING ASSWHOLE!!!! FUCK YOU!!!” You get the point. So he is dragging me out of the bar and I am screaming this at poor Nick. It totally looked like a couple fight. Apparently the bar was silent watching me scream at him. Oy vey. Let me clarify all of this: I am usually not a belligerent drunk. At all. I am usually funny and touch feely, not angry. However, I had a really bad day and the boys ditching me really pissed me off. ANYWAY, so we get back to my place and they took me across the street to the Lacrosse house for the party. Mind you, I am still belligerent, and any time a girl walked by I gave her an evil look, pointed, and screamed at the boys, “You left me for that!!” The prettier the girl, the more I glared. Ugh.
Later, the boys wanted food, so they sent me back to my porch with Krishan. Apparently, Krishan and I had a heart to heart (again, I don’t really remember). He told me the next day that I cuddled up next to him on the porch and he stroked my hair and then I stroked his bald head in return. :-P I then proceeded to tell him that I didn’t deserve my Women’s Studies degree because I liked men too much. If they knew they would kick me out of the program. Hahaha.
Now, the rest of this story is manly the retelling of what was told to me. I blacked out for a good portion of the night. Nick came to pick me up from the bar and when he got there I started screaming “I FUCKING HATE YOU!!! YOU DITCHED ME FOR FUCKING PUSSY YOU FUCKING ASSWHOLE!!!! FUCK YOU!!!” You get the point. So he is dragging me out of the bar and I am screaming this at poor Nick. It totally looked like a couple fight. Apparently the bar was silent watching me scream at him. Oy vey. Let me clarify all of this: I am usually not a belligerent drunk. At all. I am usually funny and touch feely, not angry. However, I had a really bad day and the boys ditching me really pissed me off. ANYWAY, so we get back to my place and they took me across the street to the Lacrosse house for the party. Mind you, I am still belligerent, and any time a girl walked by I gave her an evil look, pointed, and screamed at the boys, “You left me for that!!” The prettier the girl, the more I glared. Ugh.
Later, the boys wanted food, so they sent me back to my porch with Krishan. Apparently, Krishan and I had a heart to heart (again, I don’t really remember). He told me the next day that I cuddled up next to him on the porch and he stroked my hair and then I stroked his bald head in return. :-P I then proceeded to tell him that I didn’t deserve my Women’s Studies degree because I liked men too much. If they knew they would kick me out of the program. Hahaha.
Moral of the Story:
I need to stop drinking
PS: I saw the Notebook and cried my eyes out. Sometimes, I am such a girl. I also saw The Village and it was a major let down.
