So I know that this might sound like something an alcoholic would say, but after last night's experience when I was pretty wasted, I've decided that while sober me is nice, drunk me is a really welcome change provided I'm the right kind of drunk (aka not drunk off Wild Turkey).
Last night a few people from SGFL and I went to the Independent Bar and yelled at people on the outside patio that walked by. It was amazingly fun, and the part of me that I loved the best was when I was the Wingman for our friend Wysh. I was able to pull about six different very nice girls (all of whom I actually gave a disclaimer to that I had a girlfriend I loved and was Wingmanning for my friend) into a really great conversation (or to dance with) and near the end of the night actually had two girls tell me I "had balls for actually coming up to them", which made me feel fantastic. I also met a bunch of other cool guys, including one idiot with a really bad haircut (that I called out as "HEY EMO KID GET A NEW FUCKIN HAIRCUT!!") who named himself "Jeff Leopard", and made it his point to uncomfortably hit on me in between the ongoing argument that he kept having (and eventually lost) with the second half of the Dynamic Jew-o, Gonzoe.
Much love goes out to Wysh and Gonzoe, who helped me pregame, and my homeboy rebel_rebel, who drove our drunk asses to Denny's after we left so we could get some late night grubbins. Oh yes, and not to mention the awesome waitress that we had at Denny's, who let my silly kosher ass substitute hash browns and fries for bacon and sausage (although I totally just would've given it to my Morgan if she was there).
My friends rule.
Last night a few people from SGFL and I went to the Independent Bar and yelled at people on the outside patio that walked by. It was amazingly fun, and the part of me that I loved the best was when I was the Wingman for our friend Wysh. I was able to pull about six different very nice girls (all of whom I actually gave a disclaimer to that I had a girlfriend I loved and was Wingmanning for my friend) into a really great conversation (or to dance with) and near the end of the night actually had two girls tell me I "had balls for actually coming up to them", which made me feel fantastic. I also met a bunch of other cool guys, including one idiot with a really bad haircut (that I called out as "HEY EMO KID GET A NEW FUCKIN HAIRCUT!!") who named himself "Jeff Leopard", and made it his point to uncomfortably hit on me in between the ongoing argument that he kept having (and eventually lost) with the second half of the Dynamic Jew-o, Gonzoe.
Much love goes out to Wysh and Gonzoe, who helped me pregame, and my homeboy rebel_rebel, who drove our drunk asses to Denny's after we left so we could get some late night grubbins. Oh yes, and not to mention the awesome waitress that we had at Denny's, who let my silly kosher ass substitute hash browns and fries for bacon and sausage (although I totally just would've given it to my Morgan if she was there).
My friends rule.
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I remember a time when you used to call a bitch just cuz...
I miss that time.
~Bella