Reyna screaming over the music: One more shot!
Me with eyes closed and swaying with the music: No more!
Listening to Aquagen - It's Hard For Me To Say I'm Sorry
The night was a complete failure. In short, we arrived early to the club. From the parking lot to the venue was the best walk. The wind just seemed to pass through my clothes like nothing. And then the club wouldn't take my money to get in. Pretty whack eh! Let's fast forward to the part where the shots and drinks magically refilled my glass. My friends danced while I walked through the crowd. As the alcohol flowed through my system, my eye sight became a blur. My stare probably freaked a few people out, except for those who I recognized. As I made my rounds, there was always someone new to say hello to. Everyone seemed to be surprised to see me...drunk. Let's move on. Other details why this night sucked was because shots were constantly handed to me. I remember, it's all your fault Vince. But I forgive you because you drove me home safely.
But wait...
I've never been drunk in public. We went to Serramonte Denny's where both Reyna and I sat at the table attempting to hold our heads up above our food. My eyes were closed while I ate french fries to prove that I was still awake. The manager was trying to rush us out. Whatever! We bought food, kinda ate it, and then he snatched the bill. Instead of bringing it to the front, he decided to be a gentleman and help us personally...like I said, whatever.
But wait, the night gets better...
I decide to sit in the bathroom just in case I need to prove my worthiness. Within five minutes, I'm laying down on the carpet with my glasses next to me. The cold gets to my skin, so I decide to get a blanket of some sort to keep me warm. Strangely, the next thing I remember is my phone alarm going off at 8:36am. My room light is on, my blankets are wrapped around me. I don't remember how I got into my bed. After fifteen minutes of searching, I grabbed an old pair of glasses and made my way up to the bathroom. And there you have it, my glasses on the floor.
The world turns in the opposite direction when you're drunk with your bestfriend. Like I said, Reyna...the night was a complete failure. Why? Because you couldn't stay up. Thumbs down.
note: My co-worker smacked me in the back of the head with a pen. And guess who apologized?