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Alcohol is Evil - A St Patty's Day Story.
My night started out embarrassingly. My friends wanted me to come out with them after work to go barhopping. So i got off work, went home showered and changed - into a red shirt, red hoodie and black pants - and then went to bar #1. i walked in, and every single person in the bar was wearing green - except me in my fire fucking engine red outfit - cuz i'm a retard and totally didnt even think to put on something green (i'm not irish, can u tell?). so i had 2 stoli razz and redbull and then left to change. as i was walking out to the parking lot, i smashed my phone and lost the sim card - but i wouldnt find out i lost the sim card until later, when i tried to use my phone and there were no numbers in it.
well, so i changed into something green and went to back to bar #1.
hung out with my good friend bobby, my friday night partner in crime at work,
a bunch of the other bartenders and some random other people.
Then we left and headed to bar #2. This is where it gets roudy.
Let me point you to the problem:
do you see the sign on the wall? $2 jager bombs. we each ordered about $20 worth of jager bombs, not thinking, hey - that's a fucking whole lot of jager bombs since there was like, 10 of us. we didnt even end up drinking them all, they were all over the bar. so we just started giving them to people. and my friend martha and i played a very ABUSIVE game of air hockey,
which ended pretty abruptly when i accidentally threw my puck across the room and almost knocked someone out with it.
we ended up hanging out with people such as this:
and doing more random shots and such and looking increasingly worse and worse - the pics speak for themselves
and then when we were leaving there to go to bar #3, some guy they just call "the Cowboy"
they THROW him into my car and somehow i become his driver for the evening, and he steals my flower lai out of my car and my airfresheners and wears them around his neck the rest of the night, and brings one of my pikachus into the next bar with us.
my friend carl is bartending
and he just pours us shot after shot
and somehow i end up talking to this guy
who is TOTALLY crazy, and he's a fucking riot so we stay and talk to him for awhile and my friends leo and scott
and then everyone decides we should go to yet ANOTHER bar.
i say i'm not going but they force me into someone's car and off we go.
i dont remember but i'm pretty sure i couldnt even manage to drink at the last bar. but my friend martha whips out these confederate flag gloves, which have a funny story behind them. one day, we are both working, and this huge weird guy comes in and he's like "is leo working?" i said no, but his g/f is. so martha comes over and the guy pulls out these gloves and they are so ridiculous looking - with the fingers cut out and the whole bit, and he's like "i bought these for leo. he wanted them." now my friend leo is the funniest person you'll ever meet and i'm sure what REALLY happened was he was making fun of the guy's gloves right to his face and probably said "wow those are so COOL, can u get ME a pair?" and lo and behold, he did.
so martha gives me a glove and she wears one and we walk around holding hands with these ridiculous gloves on and she keeps yelling "white power!!"
and i'm so stupid by this time i cant even object to this charade. so FINALLY its last call, and they drive me to Fridays, so danny can drive my car home. i have a seat at the bar to wait for him and i guess, passed out, and next thing i knew, i woke up at like 8 this morning in my bed, still drunk, and dont even remember coming home.
and i'm going to be the most miserable person at work today, but it was probably the last time i'm gonna get to hang out with those guys for quite awhile, so i had a blast. i'm just paying for it bigtime today, lol.
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