Weekend Review
My usual drinking buddies (Mr. Awesome, Reggie, and Scooter) and I were supposed to meet up for happy hour on Friday night but because they can’t get there shit together we did not get out until 6:30. So long happy hour. We were supposed to go some bars that we usually don’t go but they fucked that up too so we just ended up eating dinner at the Grandfalloon (I had the quesadillas) on the plaza. It was hot as fuck in there. Not because of all of the people but because their a/c was mucked up, the waiters said it was because their thermostat thought is was 7 A.M and not 7 p.m. so it was running like no one was there when, in fact there were people in the bar. But it was not overly crowded we go a table right when we walked in.
Next we went to O’Dowd’s for some beers on the roof patio. I was planning on staying there for quite a few beers but after one they wanted to leave.
(I don’t think those dudes realize that I am the only single due in the group. They are constantly wanting to bounce from bar to bar having only one or drinks at each. We single people don’t like to do that we need to have like 5 drinks at a bar before we decide if the place sucks or if it will pick up or not.)
Next we went to some hole in the wall bar in K.C.K we were the only guys there that were under 50 years old and not raging alcoholics.
Then it was back to Westport and the Buzzard Beach we walked in the downstairs and grabbed a table next to 3 women that were clearly in their 40s or 50s. So my friends being the married horn dogs that they are didn’t waste 2 seconds in screwing with these women. I just left the table and went and sat at the bar and watched the Royals lose a 2 run lead in the top of the ninth inning.
They went to Kelly’s and I stayed and finished my Bacardi and coke. I meet back up with them about 11 at Kelly’s that is when I started drinking DOUBLE Bacardi and Cokes.
I really don’t recall a lot after that, I know we all left Kelly’s together but I think I went back to get my credit card. That is when the night started falling apart. I know I got a cab to Nichols for some nice breakfast (I always get the same thing when eating breakfast after a night of drinking, 2 eggs over-easy, hash browns, sausage, white toast and a cup of decaf). After I woofed that down and paid I realized that I was now broke and had no way of paying for a taxi to get home. I was alone, broke, drunk, tired, and horny. But I did know the way home so I walked home.
But only after making my first of 2 drunk phone calls.
I first called a girl I know (she is a really good friend so we will call her “Lonnie” because she has big freshly bought boobies and is blond after, Lonnie Anderson. She is married to a great older due (like 46 years old) we will call "Burt" after Burt Reynolds, This is important to know for later in the story) and left her a message asking her if she wanted to come pick me up and take me home. I told her that I was standing on the street and that I was going to walk home if she did not come get me and if I get shot or ran over it would be her fault. I wish I could recall the exact words that I used but she thought that it was pretty funny when her husband and her listened to it the next morning. I think I got home about 2 and I would think that everyone else would have been their waiting for me because they don’t have keys to my house. But no one was there.
Reggie called about 2:30 and said he was at Sonic across from the Westport Flea market. He was pissed off because they would not serve him because he was walking. So he snagged a cab, stopped at Quicktrip bought a shit load of sammiches and came home. Mr. Awesome and Scooter called about 4 and wanted me to come get them. I told them I was in no shape to drive plus I had 2 other cars in my drive way, and to walk home because I did, I still don’t know were they were calling from, they finally got to my house about 4 a.m.
In the meantime Reggie picked up my home phone and called the first person he could find in the phone. It just happened to be Burt’s only daughter (we will call her Aphrodite because she is SUPER HOT no, she is UBER-HOT) who lives on the east coast. Now before you go all pedophile on me let me explain. Burt was 18 years old when Aphrodite was born and she is now 27 and we hang out whenever she is in town she is really classy and totally out of my league, just like the rest of the girls that I pursue. I don’t know how long they talked. So after he got off with her, I apparently called her. This is where the embarrassment comes in; I don’t even remember talking to her much less calling her. Lonnie, her step-mother, told me the bad news the next day!! I almost crapped when she told me. I can only imagine the disgusting vile things I was saying to her, it makes me very angry that I would do some thing that stupid. I bet I have lost a good friend because of my drunk dialing and I would not blame her one bit. I am a dumb shit, douche bag and I know it. I made my bed so I will lie in it. Until she replies to my email apology, and tell me what I said. Besides she already thinks I am a total loser anyway, but this may have been the straw that broke the camel back.
Next time I am going to have to unplug the home phone and put a lock on my cell phone. Or maybe I just should not get that drunk…Na, I don’t think that will happen.
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