Are you ------------?

Back to Saturday... Gay club Metro later that night, Bryan (refer to Last Post) was supposed to be there, but he wasn't and I'm okay with that.  I get out my phone and send out a mass text to my group of contacts containing every one night stand, ex, and any other form of gay guy and invite them all to metro.  Only a few showed up, which bruised my ego, but saved my sex life. B and I are fighting off lesbians as some guy comes up to us. 

Him: "Hey, do you know Liz?"

Me: "Yea, shes like my best friend" 

Him: "Are you ---------?"

Me: "....Yea, and who the hell are you?"

Him: "We are friends on FB, I just recognized you..."

This has happened before. But this guy was just weird.  Don't come up to me like you know my life and the things I happen to post on Facebook.  I post stuff to be awesome, not stalked. I should really watch who adds me on facebook, but I like the popularity and don't like dealing with my problems.  The conversation really ended then, but he talks up my friend Brendan who is too nice to just walk away.  I send a mass text to everyone in the bar I know to come out and get this creep away.  And I swear, this guy stuck to Brendan more than a drunk Lindsey to her Alcohol Anklet (SCRAM) #highfashion

We get this creep away and lose Brendan in the bar. Oh well. I find out hes dealing with drama, and that's just not cool.  I would much rather cause it and leave, but I wasn't ready to peace out quite yet.  

As usual I will save the convo and just give you the highlights (it saves time and brain power):

Down a Long Island

Order another

Cut myself off

Uncut myself off

Finish my long island

Find Brendan

Hes Talking to a One Night Stand of mine

Head over

Fake smile

Hug and cheek-kiss

Leave.

Receive drunk texts saying "hey" after 1am

Reply saying "I'm off duty"

Pass out. 

Maybe I will fill you in on the rest of the week later.  I'm gonna get a drink and pregame a hangover. Maybe send a few texts, or get a few texts and end up on the bathroom floor. 

I'm reading: Are you ------------?

Beach. Drinks. Drunks.

I haven't posted in a while, actually I haven't posted anything since I have turned 21 and the state let me legally hold a drink, instead of sip off my friends while I slip them dollar bills to cover my addiction.  So now bars are my life, and I try not to broadcast that but its a cold hard fact that cannot be ignored.  I had to learn the ropes of the bar scene, like how to order a drink quickly and know exactly what to say.  With more trial and errors than Paris Hilton's singing career, I got the hang of it, unlike Paris.  I now am a Bar Star and I feel like I'm moving on up in the world.  I guess I could start with just giving you guys the low down on the past week....

I have gone out every night since, well, Saturday? Friday? I'm not really sure. I guess I will start at Saturday: Beach.  Drinks.  Drunks. That about sums it up.  A group of 20+ people headed to South Haven and just got drunk.  That's where I met B.  Shes a wonderful girl. As my Social Lubricant (Burnetts Orange Cream and a Splash of OJ #pureclass) set in, I sat down and chatted this beach goddess up.  As the talk got longer, our distance grew shorter.... and get your mind out of the gutter, I meant the fact that we are from the same home town and have a lot of the same friends. And as she drove us back that evening, our good friend.... Bryan? Sure...  Lets change his name to that, was in the car and he was beyond White Girl Wasted.  Let me just save the leisurely story line and give you the play by play:

Bryan comes over
Make bad decisions
Drive him to his car
Home
Cig
Wish I had a breathalyzer
Wonder how I was able to Drive
Pass out.

I'm reading: Beach. Drinks. Drunks.