So Thursday night at the Brooksider was moving along great, I was there with M and B, my usual partners in crime, having a great old time. We managed to consume quite a bit of alcohol, and they were playing some of the best music, which is sometimes a little unusual for this particular haunt, but it is always just so damn fun. Anyway, we decided to liven up our night a little bit, by busting out a deck of cards to play f*@k the dealer, now this can be a risky venture considering we are at a bar, and you never can be certain who will want to join in your game. The last week we played a rousing game of quarters and ended up getting lots of very cute boys to join in, and another plus never paying for another drink all night, however this was not the case thursday (hence why the game thing can be risky) Anyway we opted for a game of ftd, because a. the table we had acquired was a patio table with holes and absolutely no good for bouncing quarters into cups of beer, b. i really didn't want to drink beer, it makes me horrific-ly hung-over (as my co-worker KMAC would say... I look like two burnt holes in a blanket...) and finally c. bridge conviently had a deck of cards in her purse. So we begin to play our game, accumulating many evil sneers from girls, and tons of guys stopping by to 'see what we were playing'. now unfortunately one creeper guy came over and decided not to leave... and then preceded to yell out numbers not on turn. Too bad that trick back fired. So we then resorted to purchasing another drink and moving downstairs to the dance floor. Which ended up being quite a blast... we danced to some great oldies but goodies... ya know montell jordan, shoop, tootsie roll, etc then ran into some pretty fun guys from back in high school. So me and b were having quite a fun lil trip down memory lane, m was chatting it up with a cute new boy whom we will call pirate (its a pretty great nickname and me and m had a great time saying RRRR to eachother and him)... when all hell broke loose. Walking down the steps to my favorite spot is J and his friends. Seriously, how could this get any more highschool?! I immediately jet for cover to the ladies bathroom, not a place you want to go in the bsider but I didn't have much of a choice... anyway I decide this is the time when i either need to a. find a cute boy fast and have a grand old time flirtin it up in front of him so he suffers and never comes back here again, or b. leave and make him wonder why i don't even care enough to see him. I opt for option b... surprising for me, but maybe i have learned a thing or two from the past... sorry chris i guess you had to be the one i learned with... anyway... before i can even make it to my car i get a text message from J angry that I was talking to some guy?! Interesting... here is where things really start to go a little insane... he calls before i even have a second to respond, and i answer.... he goes into this long schpeal (sp?) about how i need to wait atleast a couple months before i start talking to anyone and that he had to do this for our own good... yadda yadda... seriously i am getting sick of these chats... and excuse me you broke up with me so I think your opinion on when and who i should date sort of flew out the window at that time. So indeed he ruined my Thursday night, and surprisingly i am not the slighest bit upset or heartsick over the matter of this break up. I am actually thoroughly enjoying my life as a single girl. I guess i am just really and truly done and ready to move on to a real man. Not someone who will play these childish games with me. So lets hope next thursday goes better and if he knows what's good for him, he will most definitly NOT show up this time!!!
xoxo
Kati*
Hopefully becoming drama free as early as next week!!!
xoxo
Kati*
Hopefully becoming drama free as early as next week!!!
me and my partners in crime:
me and m me and b
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