Wow... last night... wow.
Well, my roommate and I have been fighting for a little bit of spare change for about four months now (pretty much since we moved in together and our rent jumped $200 each), so for the past while any partying that has been done has been sitting in the living room with a couple friends and a few bottles of booze. Good times, sure, but after a while, it wears thin.
So we decided Fuck it, this weekend, we're going for a drink. Good idea says we.
We start out at Boston Pizza, figuring we get a massive beer, nurse it for a while, and we can figure out how to progress from there. As we are nursing said massive beers, my roommate perks up, looks across the room and says, "I think I know her!"
"S'at so?"
So he wanders over, chit-chats with her for a minute and comes back to the table. Sure nuff, turns out this girl is someone he's been idly chatting with on MSN for a little while now. So we all step outside for a smoke, throw about some small talk, and find out her and her friends are going to Bobby's Place.
Now, I used to go to Bobby's Place twice a week, every week. I'm pretty sure I was putting the owner's kid through college. However, as I said, money's been tight since I moved, so I haven't been able to make it out there for like 4-5 months. So as soon as this girl invites us to join her and her friends at Bobby's, I says, "Well, we'll have to get an Irich Carbomb for ya." Now an Irish Carbomb is probably one of the most evil drinks I've come across yet... half a pint of Guinness into which is dropped a shot-glass of Jamieson's Irish whiskey. Sounds vile, but it's actually quite smooth, which is the problem... you can drink these till the cows come home... or until you stand up, whichever comes first.
Well, the reception at Bobby's was much better than expected. I was preparing myself for much chastising and ridicule for having been absent for so long. On the contrary... they were merely happy to see me come back, which was nice.
So for an hour or so, my roommate and I are chatting with the owners and the bartender, catching up and whatnot. And finally I decide, well, it's time she try this wonderful drink. So we order it, and drop it in front of her as we pass by... a quick clink of the glasses and we step outside for a smoke... by the time we get back inside, she's already finished the drink!!!
Oh, dear... well, if she wasn't drunk before, she is now.
So we go back to our seats and within moments, she's up and wandering her way toward us. Cute girl, and she's got a sense of humour, but she ain't great with the alcohol. Anyway, for about two hours she hung around blatantly flirting with my roommate (who is, of course, too stunned to realize) before she mentions that NOW they're planning to go to the Royal (dirty dirty dance club). I'm not sure when this planning was done considering she spent almost all her time at my roommate's side, but that's neither here nor there.
Naturally, we end up at the Royal (surprised? Neither was I.), and promptly fail completely to find any sign of this young lass. This, of course, leads to us getting in shit when we do finally find her because we didn't come out onto the dance-floor to dance with her. *sigh* So we dance with her for a while, she still obviously in lust with my roommate, he still completely oblivious.
Around about that time, we finally decided it was time to head home... so we said our goodbyes and did just that...
Good times... good times.
Well, my roommate and I have been fighting for a little bit of spare change for about four months now (pretty much since we moved in together and our rent jumped $200 each), so for the past while any partying that has been done has been sitting in the living room with a couple friends and a few bottles of booze. Good times, sure, but after a while, it wears thin.
So we decided Fuck it, this weekend, we're going for a drink. Good idea says we.
We start out at Boston Pizza, figuring we get a massive beer, nurse it for a while, and we can figure out how to progress from there. As we are nursing said massive beers, my roommate perks up, looks across the room and says, "I think I know her!"
"S'at so?"
So he wanders over, chit-chats with her for a minute and comes back to the table. Sure nuff, turns out this girl is someone he's been idly chatting with on MSN for a little while now. So we all step outside for a smoke, throw about some small talk, and find out her and her friends are going to Bobby's Place.
Now, I used to go to Bobby's Place twice a week, every week. I'm pretty sure I was putting the owner's kid through college. However, as I said, money's been tight since I moved, so I haven't been able to make it out there for like 4-5 months. So as soon as this girl invites us to join her and her friends at Bobby's, I says, "Well, we'll have to get an Irich Carbomb for ya." Now an Irish Carbomb is probably one of the most evil drinks I've come across yet... half a pint of Guinness into which is dropped a shot-glass of Jamieson's Irish whiskey. Sounds vile, but it's actually quite smooth, which is the problem... you can drink these till the cows come home... or until you stand up, whichever comes first.
Well, the reception at Bobby's was much better than expected. I was preparing myself for much chastising and ridicule for having been absent for so long. On the contrary... they were merely happy to see me come back, which was nice.
So for an hour or so, my roommate and I are chatting with the owners and the bartender, catching up and whatnot. And finally I decide, well, it's time she try this wonderful drink. So we order it, and drop it in front of her as we pass by... a quick clink of the glasses and we step outside for a smoke... by the time we get back inside, she's already finished the drink!!!
Oh, dear... well, if she wasn't drunk before, she is now.
So we go back to our seats and within moments, she's up and wandering her way toward us. Cute girl, and she's got a sense of humour, but she ain't great with the alcohol. Anyway, for about two hours she hung around blatantly flirting with my roommate (who is, of course, too stunned to realize) before she mentions that NOW they're planning to go to the Royal (dirty dirty dance club). I'm not sure when this planning was done considering she spent almost all her time at my roommate's side, but that's neither here nor there.
Naturally, we end up at the Royal (surprised? Neither was I.), and promptly fail completely to find any sign of this young lass. This, of course, leads to us getting in shit when we do finally find her because we didn't come out onto the dance-floor to dance with her. *sigh* So we dance with her for a while, she still obviously in lust with my roommate, he still completely oblivious.
Around about that time, we finally decided it was time to head home... so we said our goodbyes and did just that...
Good times... good times.
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