I went to my girlfriend's younger sister's 18th birthday party last night.
Correction: I saved the party.
Most of her friends are also 17 or 18, and the few among the group with fake ID's bailed out. So despite the fact that I said I wasn't going to buy them alcohol (mostly because I didn't want to lug a keg around), I ended up being the beer guy.
Add the fact that I'm like, three or four years older than everyone there, and in college, and that makes me the creepy older college guy who buys beer for high school chicks. Ouch.
Anyways, the whole situation wasn't a problem until the sister and all of her friends got absolutely shitfaced, at which point the jerk guys stated coming out of the woodwork. I almost got into a fight with some jackass who was making sexual comments about her he knew she couldn't hear because she was too drunk. Sorry, dipshit, I can still hear.
Plus, all of her friends made a huge mess of my girlfriend's apartment, and spilled as much beer as they drank.
The party was a costume party [1], however, and so my girlfriend went out and bought all the stuff to get all gothed out; she ended up looking very freaking hot.
In conclusion, I contributed heavily to the delinquency of minors, but I stuck around to make sure everything stayed semi-kosher, even if it meant having a shitty time.
The good part of the night was me driving home. I had the Kill Bill 2 soundtrack bumping the whole 20-minute ride home, and that made me happy.
[1] This is the kind of shit my girlfriend's little sister pulls. It was, in actuality, a Costume Dance Party (C), and everyone was expected to dance. I'll shake my groove thing from the couch, thanks.
Correction: I saved the party.
Most of her friends are also 17 or 18, and the few among the group with fake ID's bailed out. So despite the fact that I said I wasn't going to buy them alcohol (mostly because I didn't want to lug a keg around), I ended up being the beer guy.
Add the fact that I'm like, three or four years older than everyone there, and in college, and that makes me the creepy older college guy who buys beer for high school chicks. Ouch.
Anyways, the whole situation wasn't a problem until the sister and all of her friends got absolutely shitfaced, at which point the jerk guys stated coming out of the woodwork. I almost got into a fight with some jackass who was making sexual comments about her he knew she couldn't hear because she was too drunk. Sorry, dipshit, I can still hear.
Plus, all of her friends made a huge mess of my girlfriend's apartment, and spilled as much beer as they drank.
The party was a costume party [1], however, and so my girlfriend went out and bought all the stuff to get all gothed out; she ended up looking very freaking hot.
In conclusion, I contributed heavily to the delinquency of minors, but I stuck around to make sure everything stayed semi-kosher, even if it meant having a shitty time.
The good part of the night was me driving home. I had the Kill Bill 2 soundtrack bumping the whole 20-minute ride home, and that made me happy.
[1] This is the kind of shit my girlfriend's little sister pulls. It was, in actuality, a Costume Dance Party (C), and everyone was expected to dance. I'll shake my groove thing from the couch, thanks.