Thursday, August 17, 2006

   Birthdays...ass-heads...cops
Okay, now. For all you kiddies who are just waiting with baited breath until you are able to go out and drink your brains out, let me just tell you about my night...then maybe you'll think twice.

First, we (me and my classmates) had a nice Birthday dinner for Meghan at Olive Garden, after which we went to Crickets (a bar) but left because it was dead, then to Treff's (another bar). Treff's had Karaoke (yay!) and we were having a blast until one of the girls had to go, and I took her back to her car, since I was the most sober of the group. The guy-magnet of our group, Ashley, was talking to a mortician (OMFG! ) named John who was way creepy and lurked a bit too much. I was told to go and get party favors for Meghan so that she would be duely humiliated by wearing a plastic tiara and other such oddities.

Met up with Breanna, my fellow anime addict and classmate, and grabbed stuff from Wal-Mart: plastic tiara: $1.95
glow necklaces and bracelets: $6.00
blue fake leis: $0.97 each (2 total)
After which we promplty went back to Treff's. When we got there, we found that there were cop cars and an abulance sitting outside, lights flashing. It turns out that the mortician Ashley was talking to...got knocked the fuck out (well, only punched, really, but KtFO sounds so much more dramatic, don't you think?) by Ashley's PSYCHO ex, Ryan Jeffries. Then, the mortician began to struggle...you'd think he'd be dead to the world...bad pun...oh, back to the story. So he "resisted" and was thrown into the back of a cop car.
After that, we went to Cricket's again to calm Ashley down, who was crying her eyes out. Understandably, because she was confused. She thought that it was all because of her, though my theory has more to do with the crazy ex. There, we met this total dick-wad, who told us that all women going to our school (Bayolr University) are looking for husbands. We (Ashley and I) kind of tore into the guy. I mean really...he was hitting on me, and then he totally started be a compley mysogynist. Who DOES that? Geesh. So, we ripped the guy a new one, and left to go up the street to where one of Ashley's friends, Matt, works. The place is called Bogart's, and is plastered with pictures of Humphrey Bogart...great place. We were there for a bit, and after closing time, we went back to her apartment.

At this point, Meghan (birthday girl) realized that she may have left her cell phone at the bar, and I was sitting in the car listening for it so that one of the others could call it. Matteo, one of Ashley's metrosexual man-friends, came up, and he totally started hitting on me. This is not something I'm used to, especially when I'm...inebriated. So when he said I was "beautiful", I was a bit floored. Totally not something anyone but my boyfriend tells me...I don't even know if he know's I'm attached...gotta straighten that out quick, fast, and in a hurry the next time I see him. When I got inside, I threw off my shoes, and flopped on the couch.

I feel something on my waist...it's a hand. Not mine!!! Matteo's hand was there...um. Yeah, I suddenly felt the urge to go to the rest room. Bad.

Now, I'm at home, sans vehicle, because Breanna had to drive me home--I'm a lightweight, but I'm safe!--and I'll be contacting ye olde birthday girl in the morning to come and get me so's I can get my car!

I feel like such a party girl. Though, I realize it's rather belated. Grad school's when you're supposed to get serious, right? Um. Yeah.

Once more into the breach, dear friends...

a/j
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