Alcohol made me do it (1572 hits)
Category: RomanceRating: -0.38 on 13 reviews (Rate this item) (V)
Submitted by Velouria (View user info) at 2004-01-08 16:38:59 EST
This is the not so romantic story of me and my beau.
We first met when I was eighteen years of age, and he was 17. Looking at the two of us, you'd think I was the younger of the two, even today. I was friends with one of Rickey's guy friends, Phil. That night Phil and I were bar hopping and Phil wanted to go to his home to change his clothing before we scurried out of town to nicer clubs. At this time, I had never been to Phil's new rent house, nor did I know he had a roommate.
We entered the home and I sat quietly on the couch and began watching TV. I was a bit drunk, and sometimes when I'm drunk I can have a short temper. Shortly after I sat down, Rickey said something smart-assed to me about changing the channel on the television because he was watching some cops and robber program. The name of the show escapes me after all of these years. I was drunk; he probably was too. I don't remember exactly all that was said. I was drunk, he said something cocky, and that's all I needed to get cocky back. Before I knew it, Rickey had upset me to the point where I took off my shoe and threw the shoe at his head. Luckily, the shoe didn't hit Rickey as I'd hoped it would that day. Directly after I threw my shoe, Phil came into the room to break up the argument. Rickey and I had a few words before I was able to exit the home, and I didn't think much of him through the years.
Periodically I'd see Rickey here and there. Living in a small community, it's inevitable to bump into people you know. It's even more common to see people you dislike it seems. I know I must have been a shitty person in a pervious life. Otherwise there is no other reason I can explain how much rotten luck I can have. I have to believe I'm repenting in this lifetime for all of my past wrong doings. I think my debt should be paid with extra credit. Anyway, we would see one another periodically. Usually when we'd see one another we'd either roll our eyes at one another. At other times, we'd exchange a few nasty comments and go about our separate ways. This continued until about three years ago.
After I ended a very bad relationship, I was still suffering the financial strain left from my pervious boyfriend causing me to have to take a second job. I applied to be a bartender at a club called DJ's and another club called America's Sports Bar. Both bars had the same owner. When I was hired on, I didn't know Rickey was the assistant manager and cooler for America's. When I started, I mostly worked at DJ's. America's was a fast paced high energy club, and I was to get my training at DJ's since it was substantially slower. One afternoon after I finished my shift at DJ's, I went to talk to my new boss at America's. He wasn't in the bar, so I waited. I introduced myself to the bartender, Kellie, behind the bar and explained to her I was newly hired by Mr. Don. I ordered a drink while I waited. I pulled money form my purse, and quickly found out from Kellie that us "bartenders" don't charge other employees for drinks. Kind of an unspoken fringe benefits given to employees by other employees. Since I didn't have to pay for drinks, I'd proceeded to get very intoxicated. Around 9:00 is when the people begin to enter the club. At 9:00 is when most of the bouncers arrive. Rickey walked through the door and noticed me sitting at the bar speaking with friends.
I didn't know it at the time, but Rickey had pointed me out to the other bouncers and told them, "See that girl over there? If she gives you any trouble, even sneezes too loudly, I want her out of here." Being in the state I was in, I was too intoxicated to be mad, or utter harsh words. People began to loudly greet Rickey when he arrived through the door. About another five minutes I was walking around, saw Rickey, and yelled as everyone else did, "Rickey!" Upon yelling his name I threw my arms around him to give him a hug and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. I remember him giving me a slightly confused look, but didn't pull away.
Thought the rest of the night, we made small talk. Small talk lead to him flirting with me, and before the end of the night he asked me on our first date. The rest is history. It's been three years now. If it wasn't for me being drunk the first time, we might have been great friends through the seven years we hated one another. If it wasn't for me getting drunk, he and I probably wouldn't be together today. At this time in my life, I don't drink nearly as much as I used to drink.
Isn't it odd how things change? Even odder of how small little details in life, though the same but at different points of your life, can push and pull your fate in opposite directions?
User Reviews
Submitted by esso_merda (user info) at 2004-01-08 20:49:45 EST (#)
Ranking: -1
Yeah, this story wasn't structred very well. Chronologically, yes, grammatically, no.
Submitted by Quartermain (user info) at 2004-01-08 20:48:21 EST (#)
Ranking: 1
I actually think about the little things and the consequences of my actions a good deal. It's weird how the tiniest details can have the biggest effects.
A little off-topic, but not really, have you ever read a story called 'Death Comes To Samarra'?
Submitted by IndianOcean (user info) at 2004-01-08 19:21:07 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
good enough (your grammer is like mine so this was perfect for me).. short tempered while drunk.. ummm you sound like me..
Submitted by fingerbang (user info) at 2004-01-08 18:46:54 EST (#)
Ranking: -2
this was the worst mutha fukin story i've ever read. learn how to write, how the hell are we supposed to know who any of these people in the story are. first you are talkin about a boyfriend then ralph then phil then a roomate, where does phil fit in, who is the roomate you don't attach any names to who they are. it is confusing as fuck made me want to rip my face off.
Submitted by Trout (user info) at 2004-01-08 18:32:22 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
"To alcohol! The cause of - and solution to - all of life's problems"
Homer
Some Episode
Submitted by wardy (user info) at 2004-01-08 18:20:23 EST (#)
Ranking: -1
what a gay story. the day i stop drinking is the day i cough my liver up.
Submitted by Natophelia (user info) at 2004-01-08 17:29:49 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
"Ok. But make us care. I read this and just don't really care that much. It's like reading a stranger's diary." -Spike
What she said. I almost felt like I was reading stage directions. It seems you wanted people to feel something about how things worked out in the end, but the majority of the story was about everything else (5 paragraphs). At the very end you throw in one paragrath that I remember as "And we've been together ever since. Isn't that neat?"
0 (worth reading)
Submitted by Perplexd (user info) at 2004-01-08 17:06:43 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Good story
Submitted by reallybored (user info) at 2004-01-08 17:06:34 EST (#)
Ranking: -2
HEY, i resent that. I would have nailed this chick but i was actually working today.
BTW, your post is crap.
Submitted by SpikeGoddess (user info) at 2004-01-08 17:02:10 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
Ok. But make us care. I read this and just don't really care that much. It's like reading a stranger's diary.
Jester,
You were a little harsh on her, but you show *great* promise as an UberUser. Welcome, welcome, welcome. RB was falling down on the -2 patrol, but you seem like a very apt addition.
SpikeGoddess
Submitted by Jester (user info) at 2004-01-08 16:59:15 EST (#)
Ranking: -2
Well nobody else is gonna take up the mantle. Too much friendly +2's and "Oooh your pretty" and all that crap. Jester is gonna make you earn that +2. So when Jester gives you a +2 you can think to yourself, "Jester gave me a +2?! Holy fuck, that post must of really kicked some ass!".
Kicker of Ass is meant to be Kicker of Ass. This shit is not worth reading.
Submitted by Phinch (user info) at 2004-01-08 16:55:03 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
jester is the new hadooken.
Submitted by Jester (user info) at 2004-01-08 16:51:34 EST (#)
Ranking: -2
Holy fuck. This is horrible. Absolutly horrible. Anybody who gives this a + raing is obviously feeling very sorry for you.
You grammar, sentence structure and overfall flow was pathetic. Reading this was like riding a boogie board in a tsunami. Please never post crap like this again. Honestly. People will commit sucidie.
J