strangers, waiting.. up and down the boulvard

sometimes, i like to think of my life as a game of clue. a sort of "who dunnit" at any given time. mainly, when things that have alcohol in them is involved, but even on my soberist of days.

i had to work this morning at 8, so being the responsible 22 year old that i am, i went to a bar to see an 80's cover band called the velcro pygmies. when the night began, i promised myself i wouldn't stay til last call and i wouldn't get too drunk so that i wouldn't have a problem getting up this morning.

i went to my friend's house to pregame, as no one should go see an 80's cover band sober, and drank just enough to make me.. shwasted. now, for those of you who aren't sure what the term "shwasted" means, it is another term for wasted, but it's way more fun to say when you are, in fact, wasted. rolls off the tounge way better.

anyway, since i was trying to not spend money and we were going to limit the amount of alcohol ingested, we brought along our own beer. natty light in a can in a koozie at a bar is always a good time. especially when there are so many people around, no one pays attention to the fact that natty light is definitely not served at a bar. excellent.

so after our 5th canned beer, we decided to head to the bar because we were parched and out of beer. i think band parties really bring out the best in people, because my friend, who has absolutely no game whatsoever had not one but two pretty ladies on either side of him eating up everything he said. i say mystery, you say beer goggles.

anyway, since i wasn't gonna stay until the end of the night (bars close at 2:30), i called our sober ride home at 2:25. well played. the lights came on, some people were horrified by the person they were dancing with, others went home to get it on.

my friend, nat-attack and i were going to make our way downstairs when we ran into an old friend that i haven't seen in over a year since i haven't been around knoxville and he's been in colorado. hugs, "oh my god it's you!", giggle giggle.. they were all passed around.

here's where the game of clue begins.... colorado boy, nat-attack, colorado's mystery friend and i all decide my house is the house to be and we should all definitely cuddle in my queen sized bed. how we got to that point, i have absolutely no idea. as far as i know, we said heyyyy at the bar and then poof! we were all cuddling.

i will say though, 4 people in my tiny, not fit for 4 people bed was not all that bad. granted, we all passed out and woke up still drunk at 7 am after going to sleep finally at 5, but props to the sealy people.

oh, and then i came home early from work for being sick. hooray for getting out of processing shipment and taking a nap instead!