deckwreck

knowining thebartender does not always eqaula a good thing. Night, bitches!

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Well, as you can clearly see, I had a hell of a time last night. My roommates and I, as well as our friends Steven and Mike, went to Tin Roof Cantina last night. Our friend Paige bartends at Tin Roof, and she had booked this band we know to play last night. Unfortunatley, this band pretty much sucks. But, for one night only, they played mostly covers, so it was alright. I got to rock the fuck out to some Zeppelin and some Cars, so I was happy. What made me even more happy was the fact that Paige wouldn't let us pay for drinks, and then began to force us all to do shots with her. I was pretty blasted at the end of the evening, as you can clearly see from the above post. The most fucked up person of the night award totally went to Kym, though; she was passed out on the concrete slab in the storage room in back of the bar.

And now it's time for my usual it's-a-small-fucking-world story. I'm standing next to the bar, talking to Paige and Kym, when I notice this absurdly hot girl staring at me from across the room. This in itself is a rather unusual occurance, so I go to talk to her. Turns out that I know this girl; she is my cousin's best friend, and I've known her since she was about nine. The last time I saw her was about a year ago when she was just about to leave for college and was not hot at all. Good ole Georgia State! For some damn reason she was dating the lead singer of the aformentioned lame band, who is a nice guy but smokes way too much pot and is really, really dull. But, I danced with her for a song anyway and then invited her to the party on Saturday. Point: me.