take a break

Hello, my name is Amber.

And I have a problem.

I 'drunk-text' like a mother. Who doesn't though, really? So if you received any texts last night (I think I only talked to a total of three people), sorry about that haha. Times like this I'm kinda glad I still have a Twitter account because most of my messages went there.

Last night was SO fun. my bestie, Steph, was in town and we went to see the show the theatre did (Eurydice). Charlotte was there too and we decided to hit the bar after the show. Best idea ever. I never go to the bars here because one of them is creepy as hell and the other just blasts obnoxious country music AND rap- the two music genres that I loathe confined in one small bar- ick. Every now and then they'll play some Kings of Leon, but even then they only play Sex on Fire or Use Somebody (not saying those are bad songs, it just figures they'd only play their super famous songs. Thank you podunk small town)

So we get to the bar and me and Char go in before Steph (she was busy with something) and while me and Char are waiting in the entrance, safe from the rain, these two douche-cocks come in and think they are THE shit. They ask us what we're waiting for and we tell them we're waiting on our friend, which they probably thought was a lie. The manager of the bar steps outside for something and douche #1, ever so smoothly, tells the manager "It's okay, these ladies are with us". Yeah, as if the Dawghouze (yup, that's how it's spelled) is SO elite. There are only TWO bars in this town and since Goobers is the designated sexual harrassment establishment, it's not like Dawghouze rejects anyone unless they're trying to use a fake ID (and even then I wouldn't be surprised if they let that slide). Char is lucky, she has an engagement ring that wards off these kind of people. I have to resort to either ignoring them (sometimes difficult if they're the persistent breed of douche-cock) or issuing a verbal bitch slap. Unfortunately not everyone falls for the "I have a boyfriend" line, especially when you're not with "him" at the bar. By Steph's suggestion, I think I'll invest in a cheapy ring from like, Claire's, and say "oops, sorry- taken".

Luckily these guys aren't persistent, just annoying. The night goes on, I start with one of my favorite drinks, Sex with the Captain (Captain Morgan, cranberry juice...and something else that tastes good). Jeremy shows up and it's nice because we're four college cohorts having a drink together- no plans at getting hammered and partying like freshmen- no, we're adults now :p. More people that we know start showing up and we eventually move to the pool room because it's more quiet so we can chat and not have to yell over Kid Rock blaring in the speakers. Jacob buys me my next drink (Georgia Peach). The night continues.

Steph brought her awesome new camera and we take advantage of it. Being the social snobs that we tend to be, we decided to mock people (most commonly girls) who duck-face their photos. If you don't know what I mean, go here:

http://antiduckface.com/

I don't do this to be malicious, I do it because it's funny. It would only be malicious if I didn't make fun of my self %90 of the time.

Later Steph sends me a text that there's a guy to my immediate right who keeps checking us out (that's what girls do; when we can't read each others' minds, we text- STEALTH!) and lo and behold: douche-cocks! I swear this guy is close enough to me to be my conjoined twin, I'm surprised I didn't notice this earlier. It would be understandable if there wasn't a lot of room, but we're in the pool hall on college night where everyone is in the main part of the bar/dancefloor. I continue to ignore him and he goes away.

Around this time one of my friends orders a White Russian and she lets me try it- new favorite drink. I order one once the waitress (are they called waitresses? bar girl? I dunno) comes by again. By this time I had long finished my Georgia Peach so I feel good enough to have another drink. After those first two drinks, I wasn't feeling tipsy at all, so it felt safe to order another. The White Russian is what did it though. I was feeling pretty damn good- a nice buzz- by the time I finished it. Lo and behold, Jacob wants to leave soon after his White Russian is delivered and asks me if I want it- why the hell not?

So I only payed for half of my drinks last night- and I don't mind a bit. What made it so fun was that while I did end up getting drunk, it was the perfect balance: I was still in control of my words and actions (proud to say I am NOT a sloppy drunk) and I had enoguh to where I didn't feel sick. My only problem is I text constantly when I drink. What can I say, everyone becomes more social when they drink, and I'm going to talk to you even if you aren't here.

That pretty much wraps up my night- we left after I finished my last drink and were on the hunt for food (naturally). McDonalds was closed- they're usually open for 24 hours starting on thursday to accomodate us drunk college kids- but for some reason they closed early. Steph and I headed to Allsup's for some munchies and I go home, snack a little and attempt to watch Modern Family on Hulu but I fell asleep about half way through haha. (ps- want to thank my sisters for introducing me to that show over Thanksgiving- hilarious).

10 points and a batch of kolachies if you actually read this entire post- I tend to be loquacious and it shows in my writing haha.

Peace and Love