Hangovers and Haircuts.

Last night I went out with some friends of mine to a bar for some drinks and the like.

I talked to one about marriage and we both agreed how incredibly weird it is that so many people we know - people our age - are jumping into it. We also talked about some couples we know who are attached at the hip, and how we miss them as individuals sometimes.

Anyway, the first bar we were in was incredibly crowded, yet incredibly lackluster. An awful combination, so we moved to another one just up the street in hopes that the karaoke atmosphere of this bar would liven things up some.

Again- incredibly crowded. One of my friends got thrown up on within our first two minutes there. We continued drinking.

As I pushed my way past people in hopes of getting to the bathroom downstairs, I was stopped by a guy who asked me if I wanted a "free beer." Now - there is a part of me that virtually never says no to anything free - especially booze. However, there is also a part of me that did not want to deal with this person so I pretended that it was too loud for me to hear him. I then smiled, shrugged my shoulders, and continued on my way.

Returning from the bathroom, free beer guy meets me at the top of the stairs.

"So, do you want that free shot?"

Shot?... I decide to take this new offer. Waiting at the bar, he tells me his name, how very Catholic he is, how his brother is in Italy, how Catholic everyone in Italy is- blah, blah - that he talked to me because I had nice skin. He tells me to wait at the bar because he needs his friend to come over and pay. He can't pay. I am officially over this mission of free drink. He leaves. I decide not to waste any more of my time. I order my own drink and head back to my friends.

He finds me again. He introduces me to his sugar daddy friend, who in all respect, was actually quite nice.

Anyway - free beer guy loses all sense of tact/class at this point.

"DO YOU WANNA GO AND SMOKE WITH US?!"

No.

"OH-ARE YOU COMING BACK TO MY HOUSE?"

No.

Keep in mind, he yelled these kinds of things out to me as I was in the middle of talking to the people I actually knew. Like, every few seconds - out of nowhere- from roughly three or four, possibly five feet away.

Oh and also - he had slightly lazy eyes that pointed out...just thought I'd throw that out there.

Anyway, I talked to his friend about Greece and French films for a hot second before the bar closed.

Went home with my friends. Too drunk to drive. Stole friend's bed after he stole the couch from me.

THENIWOKEUPANDGOTACUTANDCOLORTHATISGLORIOUS.

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