wild_zero

so, what happen, what with all the stress, who done it, and why?

let me explain.

so, some of you met my good childhood friend from tallahassee that open event on friday. to make the friday night story short, we got kicked out of trackside pretty rudely, and i ended up with some girl's phone number. those events are not related. they just turned out that way.

i expected nothing to come of it, but still called up the girl on tuesday, left a message with some annoyed dude. giving her the benefit of the doubt, i decide it's probably a roomate.

she calls up on wednesday, and her and some friends want to head out and chill out with me. fair enough, they come over to my place, have a few drinks, and we march off to trackside. i'm having a great time and got to talk with her in a fairly quiet setting.

however, she tells me she's off to tallahassee (yes, that wretched place) on saturday, and was living it up in the meantime.

she wanted me to call her on thursday. so i did, and invited them out to the free pool. she and her girl friend show up and i offer to get them a pitcher of pbr. they get carded and refuse to show ID. the pbr ended up going to some random people, that were celebrating a birthday, so some good came of it. then, this girl says something to the effect of the following:

"well, we really need to get our beer, so we're going home and then off to trackside. and you'd better be there! see you later!"

and they're off. at this point, i feel like a total dickhead because i know the bartender there and that was some weak shit. i apologize to him and tell him what happened, and that's when the shots happened.

somehow, i make it home ok from lenny's. at this point, i'm drunk and exhausted from two nights of going out. also, i'm not that stupid. i call up the girl and tell them that i don't really want to head off to trackside and buy them their beer. i also tell her i felt she was above manipulating my obvious generosity to get a few beers, and hang up on her. of course, in my drunk state, and feeling like perhaps there might be a way to salvage the situation, i decide to call her back, apologize for the last call, and offer to head up to trackside with the caveat that they buy me a few games of pool to make up for the pbr, and call it even.

the girl apologizes to me and tells me it's not about the beer and that she really wants to be with me. so in spite of my tired feet, i get out there and they pick me up to go back to trackside, where they don't card them, appearently.

don't worry. again, i'm not dumb. i was firm on not getting them any beer and i also felt confident that i demonstrated some backbone over it and probably got some respect.

trackside that night was one of the worst experiences i've ever had in an atlanta bar, with the exception of the one time i went to buckhead. the staff was rude to me, one guy kept trying to card the girls, and the owner was there bitching at me about messing up their classy, dollar tables.

to top things off, the girl runs around the bar exercising her power to get guys to buy her drinks. meanwhile, i get to hang out with her friend, which ends up looking like the better option of the two at this point. although the girl i had my hopes up for was a gorgeous redhead, her friend was cute, nice, polite and didn't care that i wasn't buying her drinks. i played a couple of games of pool with her and we had a good conversation.

the evening dragged on, and i felt pretty stuck at trackside. her friend did buy a pool game, but i ended up paying for the other two. in short, i was annoyed, tired, hungry, and most of all, stuck in a bar i now hated with a passion and my ride home was either these two girls or a cab.

as they drop me off, i ask her friend if i can call her sometime, seeing as she's the atlanta native and the better choice of the two. then, the redhead comes over to me and gives me a couple of kisses. she then says that if i come out with them to a party on friday night, that she'll make it worth my time.

so, i get about four hours of sleep, misery ensues in the morning as i have to scramble to get fruit for my office (some kind of new guy at office event to bring everyone breakfast) - and i'm groggy all day.

once i get off work, i'm bombarded with nervousness that lasted until 9 pm. i had four shots of sambuca, and played some soul calibur with some good friends that came over and immediately felt better.

i got to hang out with llona and bossanova and the crew at azul's free beer event, and my entire mood changed from nervous wreck to wonderful bliss. they played some tracks on the dance floor which took me back to the days of highschool goth night escapades, and that made me really happy.

i did call up the cute girl at some point, but left a message, asking for the whereabouts of the party. they have not called back, but at this point, the entire situation didn't matter anymore and i felt real good about myself. azul is pretty kickass on friday night!

so now i'm home and i feel well. basically, i've been led along all week through this miserable, sleep-deprived, tease which messed up my work routine and job tasks for the week. since i'm not that stupid, the experience just set me back some irrelevant drink money and made me some new acquaintances at lenny's.

a good friend told me about the richard feynman (sp) approach to this scenario, which was to never buy a girl a drink until the deal is sealed. a lesson i should have learned in caracas, but now it is done, and i'm now the better for it.

so to conclude, i now go to sleep and hopefully i'll wake up long into the saturday afternoon, with the spiteful girl far, far away in the city i have vowed to never return to.

a harsh lesson is learned.