As an introvert, it is in my power to avoid social situations. I hate them. They make me feel uncomfortable-- a bizarre cross-bread that either everybody is looking at me, or nobody at all is looking at me. Seriously, this shit blows.
Dinner with the family at the oh-so-classy Walker's Grill. I liked my meal and my water was the fucking bomb.
The wild adventures presented and guided by Jake for an eventful New Year's Eve were a complete bust. The "major party" at this kid's parent's mansion turned out to be three guys, three girls, an Xbox, a deck of cards, and some cheap booze. Have at it fellas, have at it.
This other place, which turned out to be a Skyview Class of 2002 revisited was a crap shoot too. This chick who lives in the house said they had been drinking "since noon." So this place is a total waste of time and energy (Jake and I played a killer game of war with a deck of cards) and we head out to find what Dylan was scrounged up.
Dylan has done nothing except drink himself into oblivion (which doesn't take much) with his co-workers at a bar. The bar itself was terrible: a bunch of ugly 30-somethings wasted, hanging on each other. Jake and I leave with news that a smokin' hot chick, Melannie, wants us to "hang out with her and Sarah Urlacher."
When we get there, it is basically the high school class who graduated the year after us. As if I didn't feel out of place enough, Jake decides to strip to his boxers and jump in the hot tub. Now I'm kind of pudgy in the gut and pretty fucking self conscious about it, but I jump in my boxers too. This one skank was in the hot tub in just her bra and nothing else. Her cock block was next to her the whole time and when she got out, he was like "let's give her some respect as she gets out and cover our eyes." Yeah, she has won over my respect.
Everybody there was drunk and, needless to say, it was not my scene. I tried to make the best of it, but when I don't know more than two people there, it's kind of hard to be social and shit. Sarah was looking fine, if not completely wasted, and didn't even make eye contact with me. On the way out, Jake and I talked to Melannie about the situation between her and Dylan. Dylan's kind of an emo kid at heart, and took their "fling break-up" pretty damn hard, and I made the off hand remark that his wrists need a break from razor blade abuse. Suicide jokes always get the party started.
Obviously, I'm home now. Not a fun night at all. I had more fun with the asses at the lame dance saloon last night than everything put together tonight.
I'm feeling pretty emo and full of self pity now.
Whatever, I've had like four hours of sleep in the past 36 hours. I'm going to do something worth while today.
Dinner with the family at the oh-so-classy Walker's Grill. I liked my meal and my water was the fucking bomb.
The wild adventures presented and guided by Jake for an eventful New Year's Eve were a complete bust. The "major party" at this kid's parent's mansion turned out to be three guys, three girls, an Xbox, a deck of cards, and some cheap booze. Have at it fellas, have at it.
This other place, which turned out to be a Skyview Class of 2002 revisited was a crap shoot too. This chick who lives in the house said they had been drinking "since noon." So this place is a total waste of time and energy (Jake and I played a killer game of war with a deck of cards) and we head out to find what Dylan was scrounged up.
Dylan has done nothing except drink himself into oblivion (which doesn't take much) with his co-workers at a bar. The bar itself was terrible: a bunch of ugly 30-somethings wasted, hanging on each other. Jake and I leave with news that a smokin' hot chick, Melannie, wants us to "hang out with her and Sarah Urlacher."
When we get there, it is basically the high school class who graduated the year after us. As if I didn't feel out of place enough, Jake decides to strip to his boxers and jump in the hot tub. Now I'm kind of pudgy in the gut and pretty fucking self conscious about it, but I jump in my boxers too. This one skank was in the hot tub in just her bra and nothing else. Her cock block was next to her the whole time and when she got out, he was like "let's give her some respect as she gets out and cover our eyes." Yeah, she has won over my respect.
Everybody there was drunk and, needless to say, it was not my scene. I tried to make the best of it, but when I don't know more than two people there, it's kind of hard to be social and shit. Sarah was looking fine, if not completely wasted, and didn't even make eye contact with me. On the way out, Jake and I talked to Melannie about the situation between her and Dylan. Dylan's kind of an emo kid at heart, and took their "fling break-up" pretty damn hard, and I made the off hand remark that his wrists need a break from razor blade abuse. Suicide jokes always get the party started.
Obviously, I'm home now. Not a fun night at all. I had more fun with the asses at the lame dance saloon last night than everything put together tonight.
I'm feeling pretty emo and full of self pity now.
Whatever, I've had like four hours of sleep in the past 36 hours. I'm going to do something worth while today.
I didn't have too awesome a night, either, but I was with friends, so that's all that mattered to me.