Nightmare...I had one of the worst experiences in awhile last night...whew...I've been hanging out with a guy for about two weeks now, luckily I didn't sleep with him, then he decides he wants to get really drunk...no problem...so we get a seedy ass motel room, so I don't have to drive and risk losing my liscence for 5 years...right down the street from sluggos, where we intended on going around 10 p.m. We got to the motel around 5 p.m. with a large bottle of the cheapest vodka in town and some limeade...watched conan the destroyer and dude indeed got shitfaced...that's where it went downhill...first he asks if he can tell me something without me getting angry...yeah sure what's up? I'm really 30 wheras he had told me he was 25...big fucking deal...however that did prepare me for the rest of the night by cluing me in that homeslice was a fucking liar. Then he goes into the bathroom repeatedly and I hear snorting...so I'm like did you just snort something...uh yeah I did some coke...geee thanks for offering to share...oh well I only had a line...fine whatever move on....then his front tooth starts popping out contiuously and for awhile I try to act like I don't notice then I break down and say why don't you just put that in your pocket cause it obviously isn't going to stay in...he finally does this. How can it get worse...oh it does. Then white power epithets soon become the only language he speaks....1,2,3 white power and so on and he becomes obsessed with punk and skinhead hand gestures as though he is trying to impress himself with how cool he looks...I really should have left long ago at this point but I felt somewhat responsible....this guy was obviously a recovering alcoholic and I who like to drink had been encouraging him to join me for two weeks, occasionally he would in moderation but I had heard the stories of his public intoxication days and didn't want him wandering into the streets screaming these white power slogans and getting killed...so I stayed and dealt with the madness until he passed out. then I went home at 10:30 p.m. I should have gone to sluggos as planned but I think I had had my fill of drunk punks at that point...god help me. 
You're a Queen, my friend. Worthy of such divine praise in your majestic yet warrior like aura. Worthy of respect and admiration. And in this situation, you need to find another warrior and make him your King. Hope to hear from you soon, my friend. Right on.
[Edited on Jul 27, 2004 10:02AM]