Tuesday, November 26, 2013

Things got Craz


So after about six bottles of wine and a game of pool with a triad (and by triad I really just mean middle aged Chinese guy with a paunch and a lisp) I was a weird kind of angry drunk.  In an attempt to get me to stop acting a food my friend Caitlin invited me back to her place, to try to turn the night into a fun sleepover type situation.



However, I was too busy being an indignant jerk to appreciate it.  I refused to put on any pajamas, including the ones without dogs on them that she had gotten out for me.  So, we were laying on her bed and she quickly passed out, and I was just stewing with the fact that I thought she was trying to get me to wear pajamas with dogs on them, staring up at the ceiling and shaking my head in disbelief.  I mean honestly, the nerve of her.  When I realized she was asleep I slid off of the bed and grabbed a huge bottle of beer, and took it to the streets, opting to walk 30 minutes home...this is something I have done in an angry drunk state before, its not the worst way for me to get over my nonexistence bullshit.

On the way home I ran into this guy. 




I decided what any reasonable girl would, and offered up the one thing I knew would make him leave me alone.



To be fair, I woke up the next day knowing I had walked home and that I angry-made-out with some guy along the way in an attempt to get rid of him...my representation of our conversation is completely fiction, but based on what I think could possible have been said.

The story doesn't quite end there.  A few days later, I was killing time scrolling through my phone and saw I had the digits of someone I saved under the name "Craz."  I put it together that this was they angry-make-out guy, and I might have just been too drunk to add a y to the code name I put in my phone.  Then, I saw his whatsapp pic...


Its blurred to protect his identity...but i think it speaks for itself.

Ok, can't help but adding that my drunk standards need some work, I just don't want anyone to think there was any attraction.  I only made out with Craz as part of my escape route to get away from him.  Its kind of psychologically brilliant if you really think about it.

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