Useless Drunken Post (490 hits)
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Submitted by <grandestranso.at.miculo.com> (View user info) at 2004-01-15 03:49:34 EST
What does one do on a drunken Wednesday night when their only job is writing? Well, go out an experience the world of course. Whether it be walking around town, driving around, or drinking in an empty bar, even Hump Day has something to offer your senses. Since I prefer malt and hops over sugar and carbonation, I opted for pub observation.
My friend Paulo from Portugal is swearing in as a U.S. citizen tomorrow so we decided to preemptively celebrate this occasion with a trip to a nearby club. We are both living for the time being in Northern Florida. More South than actual Florida. During the non-tourist seasons, the area we live in takes a hiatus from nightlife. The only place we could find open was a country/hip-hop bar. Yes, yes. Country/hip-hop bar. I know.
We went under the impression that it would twenty-five cent beer night. Well, if we would have left the house before midnight that would have been so. However, we arrived well after midnight and had to settle for six dollar pitchers. Such is life. We ordered up the first draft of Coors Lite and sipped, sipped, sipped from our clear plastic keg cups. I forgot my smokes to I had to smoke some of Paulo's Marb Light 100's. Cancer with no flavor. Great.
After about twenty minutes into our "celebration" a girl walked right up to my compatriot and proceeded to hug and kiss him. I was happy for him as he has not been with a girl for a while. Everyone needs love, whether it be the one night or two year kind. She continued to fawn over him until I gave Paulo the raised eyebrow that says, "Who the hell is this?"
"Liz, meet Ben."
"Hi...Ben is it?"
I looked at her. She was a very nice looking young lady. A little thick (like I like them), brunette, pigtails, white tank-top (another weakness of mine), and two visible tattoos. I asked her why one tattoo didn't make a complete band around her arm. Her answer was a hug and a kiss. She was drunk.
Paulo and I drank until closing time. He and Liz danced the last dance, had a quick make-out session, and then he and I were off. I was happy for him, but I was a bit jealous. Oh, I'm "kind of" seeing a girl right now, but it's been only two months since my last girlfriend left me. She gave no reason why, but I found out later that she was cheating on me while I was in Italy for a couple of months. Maybe she thought it better to break-up with me than continue cheating on me. Who knows? Who cares?
People come and people go. Love knocks at your door only to leave a flaming bag of shit for you to try and stomp out. Call me bitter, call me drunk, just don't call me at 3 a.m. trying to tell me how you screwed up and lost the best thing that ever happened to you. If you do, I might be the one leaving the flaming bag of shit on your doorstep.
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Submitted by lojope (user info) at 2004-04-28 09:10:47 EDT (#)
Ranking: -2
This is even more painful than it looks.
-- Homer Simpson
Brother from the Same Planet
That's the quote that loaded when I read this post. Chance? Luck? Or Fate? You decide.
Submitted by esso_merda (user info) at 2004-01-15 05:22:29 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
Hey Mang? Don't you...fuck it. I'm drunk anyway. You're not even old enough to smell booze. Fuck off.
Submitted by Lord_Of_The_Strings (user info) at 2004-01-15 04:52:10 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Submitted by KooIMang (user info) at 2004-01-15 04:29:14 EST (#)
Ranking: -2
This straight out ruled!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1
Submitted by esso_merda (user info) at 2004-01-15 04:28:58 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
I guess it is useless...