when most people's days end..
i stayed over at the apartment last night and didn't do anything all day long...it was my day off, and i keep using that as my excuse to be a sloth, as if i do sooo much as it is...i really need to get on the bus (rosa)...evening came and everybody was finally in the house at one time. i had only been talking about dinner for the past couple hours, now that everything was conjured up we could finally make a move..onto subway, because for some reason i made a mention of it a long time ago..and the parody of the 'five orgasm night' song is still being sung throughout the land..
as we are heading back to the apartment, subs in tow, i get a call from Lady O - my plans for tonight are tentative with her, so this call is kinda huge....we've only been trying to hang out since we hung out last month ago...crazy schedules and poor communication could be to blame, but here we are..she's just getting ready, asking me what outfit she should wear (i obviously pick the one with the skirt..), and tells me she wants to go to a martini bar..aka niki b's...
so now i got a slight problem with the timing...i need to shower and get ready, and i still have yet to eat...that's not so bad if not i weren't bringing Gary...he has to do all the same i do, i just know he will take twice as long to complete it all...so we down our subs and i head to my place...i quickly shower and change into a blazered outfit and wait...and wait..
eventually he arrives and he make the two mile trip downtown. right before we go to Niki's we make a stop at our restaurant, one of the hostesses wanted to borrow my eyeglasses for whatever reason, and because she is so cute i willing obliged. as we walk in the door we are greeted by the two cutest hostesses at out workplace, the one i am dropping my glasses off with is not quite old enough to join us at the bar, but the other - Hillary - is, and she somehow gets invited to join us after she gets off...
from there it was on to Niki's where we find Lady O and her roommate sitting on one of the plush couches...the night is awkward, even with the arrival of Hillary and Keith...Lady O just doesn't have time for me..i don't know if it's because we both quasi-dated a long time ago, because we are both very attractive people hanging out, because we both got out of one year relationships or just what...i knew going into tonight there would be no fireworks, when asked what my intentions were, i had none, i even told Joy i wasn't getting laid tonight....this is purely, yet uncomfortably platonic...
i think my favorite part of being at niki's was when Lady O and her roommate were heading home, the roommate feeling pretty good and Lady O just plain out tired, the roommate while standing in front of me as i sent them on their way asked Lady O if i was coming with them...i quickly headed that one off before it got too unbearable and said "i'm not that lucky, goodnight"...even as the last syllable was coming out of my mouth i couldn't believe what i just said..ohh well, goodnight..
after Lady O left everyone joined me on the couch i was originally on, the couch where i now sat alone..three people hopped over and for some reason offered their solace to me, trying to cheer me up, feed me with positive lines of encouragement that Lady O was actually interested..i'm not blind or stupid..i know better and i told them that...i wasn't looking for pity, not yet at least...
a few of us are hunger so we decide to blow that Popsicle stand and head over to my favorite place, Vito's..entering the doors to Vito's we see two more people we work with..i try to grab a table away from the two co-workers, but it's not happening, we joined in with them...now, it's not that i don't like my coworkers..it's just that i had a large enough group of coworkers that i didn't want this to turn out to be an all restaurant affair..it truly started with just Gary and I meeting up with Lady O and her roommate, now it's everyone we know to love and hate..every single day...
normal conversation goes about, pizza is ordered - of which i have only two slices of - and then something gets said to me....something about the ex, something about breasts, something...and then the alcohol kicked in and i was depressed...i wasn't drunk, i was fine with the amount i had consumed, but my thoughts had a different idea, and like a building comes crashing down, my cheerful self was lost in a cloud of confusion.
i stepped away from the table and went into the bathroom - i needed to take a moment to step out of the situation i got myself in..i needed some fresh air (the irony of using the bathroom..), just needed to remove myself from the group for a moment...splash some water on my face and bang my head against the wall...i'm interrupted by Keith who comes in the door...i towel off and he starts asking me if i am ok...i know people are concerned, but it's never music to my ears to hear that....i tell him i'm not as we continue our conversation out the bathroom and into the hallway...
while talking to the side of the hall, a lady comes out of the woman's bathroom, makes a wide turn and walks into us..like, actually into us. i'm confused, and out of nowhere Keith comes out swinging, social engineering style...he starts talking to this girl, telling her some randomly elaborate story, we are brothers, and it just continues...i haven't had anyone start this game in forever...i miss the days of ole when ZB and i would have fun doing this...this brings me back..i interject and play the game right back...it feels good to be back...after the girl leaves us, giving us both a kiss, Keith is amazed at how well that went...apparently he tries to do things like that all the time, but nobody will ever play back like that, until tonight...this brief moment of greatness swooped me right out of the depressive state i was starting to tread in...
back at the table we are finishing up the night, last call, take some shots, let's get the bill..well, here's where the problem starts...the bill for the four of us is $100..unfortunately we didn't sit at the bar, so our waitress had to ring everything in, normally we would get the hook up...not so lucky tonight..but the discrepancy starts when we look at the bill and see us being charged ten bucks for vodka, and four bucks for redbull, as two separate drinks..not as a vodka redbull...whatever, i don't care, dispute it all you want, my shit is easy..i put down my money and walked away...
well, Keith has had too many, and he's bought too many for others...he doesn't realize his bill is cose to 2/3 of the total bill..but only throws down 1/4 of it...so he knows there's an argument about the bill...i hate when the bill comes...so he goes over to the waitress and starts hitting on her...telling her to give him a call if we don't hook her up as he writes his number on a napkin...cooool, he just threw his coworkers and friends under the bus saying we don't know how to tip...i'm pissed now..i tell the rest at the table we need to get the fuck going, th bill finally gets paid, it's an embarrassing ordeal as Hilary questions the bartender about the prices..i just want to go...
so as we are on our exodus word gets to Keith that we only left ten on a hundred..that's got to not be true...we all work in the service industry, somebody's pulling one over here...so Gary and Keith are exchanging words, i know Gary threw in extra money as he tried to get the bill straightened out and paid...it's all a bloody mess and Hilary asks me to walk her to her vehicle..gladly...i take her arm in arm and we go out the door..i'll catch up with those douche-tools in a minute..we are a good distance away from the establishment, almost to the intersection of the next road when Hilary and i hear Gary and Keith coming out of the bar talking loudly...i try to ignore it all...Hilary says we should go back, i say that's a bad idea, those two can sort it out, if we go back something worse is going to happen...
i see pushes, midget kicks, and punches all being thrown by Keith..one of the punches lands on Gary's neck, but Gary is not drunk and is keeping his cool, trying to walk away...this is when Hilary starts pulling me back towards the scene...as we make it back, the entire bar has cleared out and Gary and Keith have a bit of separation between them..Keith was originally supposed to come with us over to the apartment, but now, i don't think that is happening..he's too drunk to drive, so i'm trying to figure out what is going on (i never know what is going on) as Gary approaches us and tells us to 'let's just leave' i notice a guy still in uniform from another restaurant with crazed eyes locked onto Gary, making a bee line for him...this.sets.me.off.
for one, Gary was not the aggressor in this ordeal, he doesn't need to be held back, doesn't need people all up in his face, especially since his back is turned on everyone..two, this asshole isn't even involved in the conflict or our group...i will not stand for any part of this and i slide step right in front of this asshole, meeting him face to face..well kinda, he was taller, and tell him to back the fuck up, pretty much repeating everything i just stated here to him...my arms are held up, as if they are giving a stopping motion, my palms are open, and i have no intentions on touching him..
somebody tries to pull me away, but i shake free, then Hilary, Gary, and the bartender grab me and move me to the side...i start talking to the bartender as him and i have always gotten along...he tries to tell me that putting my hands up and moving them around was gonna cause commotion and if the po-po were to drive by they would think something was up...he tells me he values me as a customer and really does enjoy my presence, the cops won't be called...as this is happening, Hillary is pulling on my arm telling me to fuck this place and leave..i try to get her to stop, but she continues, then i rip free my arm and sternly remind her i was trying to have a conversation, be polite....
ughh, all these people with the pulling...so the bartender and i talk, i apologize as i was not trying to cause a scene, but i'm rilled up now, the adrenaline is pumping..my eyes for one brief moment glance around the scene behind the man i was talking to and it leads me to trouble..the bartender quickly snaps and tells me not to do that, not to look around, he 'knows' what i am doing...i'm confused..i looked around to see what happened with Keith, not to see where the fogo de chao asshole was..but this was my breaking point...how did i all of a sudden become the problem, the aggressor..i knew we shouldn't have turned back....at this point i get mad and i end te conversation..don't you fucking tell me...
so now it's Hilary, Gary, and i walking back to our vehicles...at this point those two try to tell me how drunk i am, which of course makes me outraged...they later back down that statement a bit, but said i wouldn't have done that sober...they obviously don't know me....
Gary drops Hilary and i at her car..he's going back to the apartment, we will join him after we make a stop at my place to pick up some alcohol....they wanna know drunk jangus, deal.
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it's after 8am and we are all finishing off the last swigs of our alcoholic beverages...the only reason we knew it was that late/early was because Phil was just 'waking' up....sadly though he was never really able to get to sleep do to all the ruckus that was going on all night long..his poor soul has to be at work at 9am...i can see the dawn breaking...i guess it's time to go to sleep?
as we are heading back to the apartment, subs in tow, i get a call from Lady O - my plans for tonight are tentative with her, so this call is kinda huge....we've only been trying to hang out since we hung out last month ago...crazy schedules and poor communication could be to blame, but here we are..she's just getting ready, asking me what outfit she should wear (i obviously pick the one with the skirt..), and tells me she wants to go to a martini bar..aka niki b's...
so now i got a slight problem with the timing...i need to shower and get ready, and i still have yet to eat...that's not so bad if not i weren't bringing Gary...he has to do all the same i do, i just know he will take twice as long to complete it all...so we down our subs and i head to my place...i quickly shower and change into a blazered outfit and wait...and wait..
eventually he arrives and he make the two mile trip downtown. right before we go to Niki's we make a stop at our restaurant, one of the hostesses wanted to borrow my eyeglasses for whatever reason, and because she is so cute i willing obliged. as we walk in the door we are greeted by the two cutest hostesses at out workplace, the one i am dropping my glasses off with is not quite old enough to join us at the bar, but the other - Hillary - is, and she somehow gets invited to join us after she gets off...
from there it was on to Niki's where we find Lady O and her roommate sitting on one of the plush couches...the night is awkward, even with the arrival of Hillary and Keith...Lady O just doesn't have time for me..i don't know if it's because we both quasi-dated a long time ago, because we are both very attractive people hanging out, because we both got out of one year relationships or just what...i knew going into tonight there would be no fireworks, when asked what my intentions were, i had none, i even told Joy i wasn't getting laid tonight....this is purely, yet uncomfortably platonic...
i think my favorite part of being at niki's was when Lady O and her roommate were heading home, the roommate feeling pretty good and Lady O just plain out tired, the roommate while standing in front of me as i sent them on their way asked Lady O if i was coming with them...i quickly headed that one off before it got too unbearable and said "i'm not that lucky, goodnight"...even as the last syllable was coming out of my mouth i couldn't believe what i just said..ohh well, goodnight..
after Lady O left everyone joined me on the couch i was originally on, the couch where i now sat alone..three people hopped over and for some reason offered their solace to me, trying to cheer me up, feed me with positive lines of encouragement that Lady O was actually interested..i'm not blind or stupid..i know better and i told them that...i wasn't looking for pity, not yet at least...
a few of us are hunger so we decide to blow that Popsicle stand and head over to my favorite place, Vito's..entering the doors to Vito's we see two more people we work with..i try to grab a table away from the two co-workers, but it's not happening, we joined in with them...now, it's not that i don't like my coworkers..it's just that i had a large enough group of coworkers that i didn't want this to turn out to be an all restaurant affair..it truly started with just Gary and I meeting up with Lady O and her roommate, now it's everyone we know to love and hate..every single day...
normal conversation goes about, pizza is ordered - of which i have only two slices of - and then something gets said to me....something about the ex, something about breasts, something...and then the alcohol kicked in and i was depressed...i wasn't drunk, i was fine with the amount i had consumed, but my thoughts had a different idea, and like a building comes crashing down, my cheerful self was lost in a cloud of confusion.
i stepped away from the table and went into the bathroom - i needed to take a moment to step out of the situation i got myself in..i needed some fresh air (the irony of using the bathroom..), just needed to remove myself from the group for a moment...splash some water on my face and bang my head against the wall...i'm interrupted by Keith who comes in the door...i towel off and he starts asking me if i am ok...i know people are concerned, but it's never music to my ears to hear that....i tell him i'm not as we continue our conversation out the bathroom and into the hallway...
while talking to the side of the hall, a lady comes out of the woman's bathroom, makes a wide turn and walks into us..like, actually into us. i'm confused, and out of nowhere Keith comes out swinging, social engineering style...he starts talking to this girl, telling her some randomly elaborate story, we are brothers, and it just continues...i haven't had anyone start this game in forever...i miss the days of ole when ZB and i would have fun doing this...this brings me back..i interject and play the game right back...it feels good to be back...after the girl leaves us, giving us both a kiss, Keith is amazed at how well that went...apparently he tries to do things like that all the time, but nobody will ever play back like that, until tonight...this brief moment of greatness swooped me right out of the depressive state i was starting to tread in...
back at the table we are finishing up the night, last call, take some shots, let's get the bill..well, here's where the problem starts...the bill for the four of us is $100..unfortunately we didn't sit at the bar, so our waitress had to ring everything in, normally we would get the hook up...not so lucky tonight..but the discrepancy starts when we look at the bill and see us being charged ten bucks for vodka, and four bucks for redbull, as two separate drinks..not as a vodka redbull...whatever, i don't care, dispute it all you want, my shit is easy..i put down my money and walked away...
well, Keith has had too many, and he's bought too many for others...he doesn't realize his bill is cose to 2/3 of the total bill..but only throws down 1/4 of it...so he knows there's an argument about the bill...i hate when the bill comes...so he goes over to the waitress and starts hitting on her...telling her to give him a call if we don't hook her up as he writes his number on a napkin...cooool, he just threw his coworkers and friends under the bus saying we don't know how to tip...i'm pissed now..i tell the rest at the table we need to get the fuck going, th bill finally gets paid, it's an embarrassing ordeal as Hilary questions the bartender about the prices..i just want to go...
so as we are on our exodus word gets to Keith that we only left ten on a hundred..that's got to not be true...we all work in the service industry, somebody's pulling one over here...so Gary and Keith are exchanging words, i know Gary threw in extra money as he tried to get the bill straightened out and paid...it's all a bloody mess and Hilary asks me to walk her to her vehicle..gladly...i take her arm in arm and we go out the door..i'll catch up with those douche-tools in a minute..we are a good distance away from the establishment, almost to the intersection of the next road when Hilary and i hear Gary and Keith coming out of the bar talking loudly...i try to ignore it all...Hilary says we should go back, i say that's a bad idea, those two can sort it out, if we go back something worse is going to happen...
i see pushes, midget kicks, and punches all being thrown by Keith..one of the punches lands on Gary's neck, but Gary is not drunk and is keeping his cool, trying to walk away...this is when Hilary starts pulling me back towards the scene...as we make it back, the entire bar has cleared out and Gary and Keith have a bit of separation between them..Keith was originally supposed to come with us over to the apartment, but now, i don't think that is happening..he's too drunk to drive, so i'm trying to figure out what is going on (i never know what is going on) as Gary approaches us and tells us to 'let's just leave' i notice a guy still in uniform from another restaurant with crazed eyes locked onto Gary, making a bee line for him...this.sets.me.off.
for one, Gary was not the aggressor in this ordeal, he doesn't need to be held back, doesn't need people all up in his face, especially since his back is turned on everyone..two, this asshole isn't even involved in the conflict or our group...i will not stand for any part of this and i slide step right in front of this asshole, meeting him face to face..well kinda, he was taller, and tell him to back the fuck up, pretty much repeating everything i just stated here to him...my arms are held up, as if they are giving a stopping motion, my palms are open, and i have no intentions on touching him..
somebody tries to pull me away, but i shake free, then Hilary, Gary, and the bartender grab me and move me to the side...i start talking to the bartender as him and i have always gotten along...he tries to tell me that putting my hands up and moving them around was gonna cause commotion and if the po-po were to drive by they would think something was up...he tells me he values me as a customer and really does enjoy my presence, the cops won't be called...as this is happening, Hillary is pulling on my arm telling me to fuck this place and leave..i try to get her to stop, but she continues, then i rip free my arm and sternly remind her i was trying to have a conversation, be polite....
ughh, all these people with the pulling...so the bartender and i talk, i apologize as i was not trying to cause a scene, but i'm rilled up now, the adrenaline is pumping..my eyes for one brief moment glance around the scene behind the man i was talking to and it leads me to trouble..the bartender quickly snaps and tells me not to do that, not to look around, he 'knows' what i am doing...i'm confused..i looked around to see what happened with Keith, not to see where the fogo de chao asshole was..but this was my breaking point...how did i all of a sudden become the problem, the aggressor..i knew we shouldn't have turned back....at this point i get mad and i end te conversation..don't you fucking tell me...
so now it's Hilary, Gary, and i walking back to our vehicles...at this point those two try to tell me how drunk i am, which of course makes me outraged...they later back down that statement a bit, but said i wouldn't have done that sober...they obviously don't know me....
Gary drops Hilary and i at her car..he's going back to the apartment, we will join him after we make a stop at my place to pick up some alcohol....they wanna know drunk jangus, deal.
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i like how this is my fault all of a sudden... | |
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| i meant "no pants party"..i just got drunk..., again | |
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it's after 8am and we are all finishing off the last swigs of our alcoholic beverages...the only reason we knew it was that late/early was because Phil was just 'waking' up....sadly though he was never really able to get to sleep do to all the ruckus that was going on all night long..his poor soul has to be at work at 9am...i can see the dawn breaking...i guess it's time to go to sleep?
"he had the crazy eye and i [bounces on tippie toes] didn't like it!"
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