So, I got completley wasted on friday night. God, it was horrible. I drank too much way too fast at Boston Pizza, and when we got to Cowboys all I did was puke in the bathroom sink. Apparently when I finnally got outside, I was sitting my back to the building and my friend was sitting next to me. This guy who was next to my friend was trying to offer us cigarettes but she was like no thank you, but he kept on offering and he eventually pulled out a knife. Lucky there was police around.....so yeah I'm kinda happy I don't remmeber any of that, because that's a bit scary....actually very scary. I got home around 1am and my mom gave me a gravol, passed out on the bathroom mat. Work the next day was hell, I'm sure glad it wasn't busy in the louge because I didn't feel so good at all, and still occasionaly going to the bathroom to puke. Evil alcohol poisoning. So I got the speech from my mom, but the funny thing is, last night she went to a golf tournament and drank a bunch too and she came home and puked too! So at least I don't have to listen to the speech anymore because usually she doesn't let anything go. Last night I went to the bar with my dad because a bunch of guys he works with were having a fair well for one of their crue. Orange juice being my drink of choice. There was this guy around my age which I had met briefly before and I played pool with him. I was pretty amused he was like I don't want your dad to think I'm fllirting with you or anything....have you seen the size of his forearms. I thought it was hillarious how paranoid he was being. But oh well, quite the adventure this weekend that's for sure. Hope you guys had a bit more fun
freakpirate:
To be entirely fair... your dad could really fuck someone up if he wanted to. I'm scared of him.
freakpirate:
I don't think your dad would actually hurt anyone unless he really had to. I'm just saying he COULD. He's a big man.