Gravity cat wrote...
I'm drunk, but less drunk than my friend Tom. I took him home and walked home on my own while battling my own drunken demons.
Basically I feel like a fucking Saint because I got both of us home safely. It's 2am and I'm fucking knackered and cold.
We seem to have similar situations in these "insignificant threads" lol.
O.T.
Yesterday I went to watch the tough-man competition with my friend Doug (tough-man = random people off the streets sign up to fight in a boxing ring against each other)
I got sorta drunk, he got really drunk. Then we ran into some other guys we knew and we all decided to go to the strip club. Being that I don't have much money right now, my friend offered to buy me some dances (he made this offer before he was drunk btw, plus I'm the one that got most of the beer) so I accepted his offer.
My friend got a shit load of dances, some guy puked on his $100 Air Jordan shoes, I laughed my ass off, he was too drunk to get pissed off for too long. Some how we made it back into town, went to Steak N' Shake, smashed on burgers and milkshakes, went back to his house, he ended up crashing, I drank more beer, somehow I didn't fall asleep, and now I've been awake since yesterday and my head hurts like a bitch. TOTALLY WORTH IT THOUGH.