June 6, 2004

• Okay here we go.  My wild Saturday night.  Well, not too wild, I wasn't dancing on tables or anything like that, just maybe a little flirting (that was initiated by the guy) and barely being able to walk.  But, hey no hang-over.  It's not that I like being drunk or anything like that.  My family and alcohol don't mix well together and I thank God everyday that I remember everything I do in a drunken state mind.  I probably only get drunk once in a month if even that.  Not bad for a single 22yr old, huh?

  Well, last night I went to a party with Elisa.  I had two jello shots (which were not that strong, of course I love vodka) and half of a coke with Cpt Morgan.  I wasn't drunk yet.  We watched the boxing match last night and my baby Del A Hoya won.  Whoo Hoo.  Oh, is he fine.  He's the new Middle Weight Champ.  Anyway, after the fight Elisa wanted to go to "Cowboys" (very fun country night club) to meet up with her friend Derrick.  It was fine by me, too many people I didn't know was at the party and I started to get a little freaked out.  I'm one of those people that don't like being around people I don't know, and I get very anti-social.  Then they tend to think I'm a prude person, but I'm not.  I don't engage in conversation with people I don't know.  If you want to get to know me, you gotta talk to me, because I'm sure as hell am not talking to you.  I know it sounds really mean, but I can't help it.  All the friends I have started talking to me first,   and some of them at first thought I was stuck-up, but then found out I'm shy around people I don't know.  Yes, I am not a mean person, just misunderstood!!!  Lisa blogged about initating conversations within our company.  It's a good read, just click on grisaleen in my subscriptions module.

  Anyway, we went to "Cowboys" to meet up with Derrick and I started to get hit on.  By this time I'm almost at tipsy level.  Well, as the night goes on and I throw back a couple more, this guy from 4th engineer comes up to me, and wants me to go with him.  I'm drunk at this point, but my morals are still there, and I tell him nope.  He keeps going on how he's a nice guy and won't hurt me and I still say nope.  He asks why, and I tell him we just met, I don't know you, and I'm really drunk.  So, he gets a little smart and tells me that if I was sober that I'd probably go home with him, and I kindly say nope, because if I was sober I wouldn't be talking to you.  He got a little hot under the collar, but I don't care.  Nothing really good comes out of a bar romance.  And, I got more brains than to go home with someone I just met, especially that's as messed up as I am.

  So, Elisa, Derrick, and I go back to the party and I'm so trashed that I need help everywhere.  I even low crawled to the bathroom at one point.  But, no puke, no hangover, it was a pretty decent night.  We left the party about 2am and I got to sleep it off in my own bed, and my roomate was kind enough to check on me this morning.  All in all a good night.  Oh, did I mention that last night was the two year anniversity mark had I still been with "What's his name." 

  Think that might of had something to do with it?      

   

  
  
  
  
  
  
  

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