shaneka

Last night was a mess. I mean totally. Michael and I went out to eat and then met a friend of his from work, Chris, and kind of, well not kind of, ditched Terry. (Terry is our roommate/they work together/friend). We were at this bar called Got Rocks. It was ok. The girlie bartending was super cute with a really nice ass. So Chris and I start working on her. Well, oogling her really. Michael told her while we were outside smoking that his friend and girlfriend found her hot. Before that though, she gave Chris another glass of beer in a special glass and when mine lowered she gave me the same. Michael, just a regular glass. A bit later she was hitting on me. But I was so drunk, I had to go to the car and proceeded to throw up. Which is cool with me. I had too many shots of tequila 1800 and some beer from Britian(michael's fault).
Admist all of this drunkedness... Michael told me he loved me and has for several months and that I told him not to say anything a while ago. I don't know what he is talking about. I don't know if he even remembers. He drove home even though I told him that we should pass out in the car for a bit. Got on the turnpike and barely even paid the toll. I mean he drove pass the window, backed up too far and inched to the window. The toll taker should have called the police, but he didn't. We shouldn't have driven and I let Michael know that. I was mostly sick at this point but not as drunk as him but still...
Terry told Michael that he thought he was an honest person and that he drove a knife through his heart.. I guess by not inviting him out with us. Funny thing is he said that Chris is second to Terry in the hierarchy of friends. He should be upset. But anyways. Soups done and I'm going to eat it and pass out. Yea! I don't have to work. They all do though..