Boozin' & Losin'

Dont you love living in a small communty. I know I do. Last Sunday night I meet up with a friend who was in town for her birthday. We had pretty much ruined the city by Sunday night and were finishing up drinks at a local bar. I like how I just tried to make that sound sophisticated. The reality was I had been barfing all day from drinking for 48 straight hours, my friend puked in the bathroom at the bar and was taking jager shots when I showed up. We then proceeded to get shit faced. Ok that sounds better. Anyway, so back to getting shitfaced. Her and I were enjoying a shot when this boy that I had hooked up with about 2 years ago showed up. Perfect timing right. So he shows up we start talking and one thing leads to another and he invites me to a "kickback", if you will, on a Sunday night. I have no idea who these people are or where we are going or who is driving, but fuck it. I've had 17 beers and 2 shots, let's do this! We pull up to the house and I'm trashed, he's trahsed, the people that drove us are trashed. We proceed to walk in. I'm carrying an 18 pack, one can already open in hand laughing really loud and acting all flirty with cute boy. Walk in the house..look over to the couch and who should be sitting there? Republicrat. AHHH. I smile and then bee line it for the kitchen. The thing is this. I could care less about this fucking guy. He is a complete and total tool. BUT I do think it is interesting that he never saw me drunk and then I run into him and he sees who I really am....wasted for about 3 days straight, barfed earlier in the day, flirting with some radom ass dude...on a Sunday. So cute boy and I go into the backyard, start like full on making out and Republicrat walks back there. I dont think we were actually kissing when he walked back, but the vibe was out. Republicrat is all "hey whats goin on!" in a totally sarcastic tone. I reply with nothing, then he says "how are things?"..I simply hold up my 18th Bud light of the day and say "things are great!" I dont think he found this amusing, but I sure as hell did. Sorry I can drink and have fun and you can't. You=Boring. The night ended with me and cute boy laying on the deck of some random peoples back yard making out. Classy Ass.