I went with my friends to the house of the schizo guy that buys me and my friends alc. And one of my friends told me beforehand that I was supposed to say I had to be home at a certain time. This didn't make sense because A) I didn't drive there and B) the guy who did drive there makes that shit up almost all the time when he hang out anyway so he should've said it but I didn't feel like arguing with the dude because it's a fucking job.
So it started out O.K., not particularly fun, I had a glass of orange juice with three shots worth of Port Royal which was enough to keep me fairly drunk for about an hour or two while I just listened to my music mostly, then I went to 7-11 with my friend to get some shit to eat, came back and and then a little bit after that the guy who drove brought it up to the schizo dude that I had to leave so I just had to go along with it.
Then the schizo dude's brother (who came with us and was now pretty considerably drunk) finds it in himself to finally care about his brother's feelings that we were just suddenly leaving because it was a big deal to him cuz he never has friends over cuz he's a fucking angry prick when he gets out of control and he was getting to that point.
So a shitload of arguing ensued and then we left without him and went back to my my house and I let my two remaining friends use the guest room to sleep. They didn't want to do anything else either even though one of them knew of a party that was pretty much nothing but my kind of girls. And I was really looking forward to touching some more dreads
Overall my New Year's Eve sucked: no girls, a shitload of arguing, and maybe even a lost friend or two.
Last edited by _j5689_ (2011-01-03 18:42:55)
