The Thursday Portion of the Previous Entry

Where was I?

I know. Thursday.

So Thursday was quite hilarious. I go to Kilroy's with Andrea. There is a hot dog stand parked outside the bar. I remark that she should buy some hot dogs, minus the hot dogs. You know, to help soak up the soon to be consumed alcohol.

The phrase "two buns, please" is born.

We think it is hilarious.

Drinks are drunk. A friend of hers buys her something called an AMF. This blue cotton candy colored drink more or less spells her doom.

"I'm going to vom tonight," she says.

We decide to walk to Brother's next. It was eventful. Multiple groups of people in matching colored shirts. They were on a bar crawl of some sort. I suggest we cross the street so to avoid these hooligans.

Bad choice. Or good choice; since now I have a funny story to tell.

This side of the street contains some fool collecting money for some charity. I ignore him. I do not mind donating money to charities, but don't ask for my money at midnight.

You're not getting it.

This douchecanoe does not respond well to my ignoring of him and says, well I don't remember the first part, but ends with "or any acknowledgement at all."

Bad move, bud. Call me crazy, but I think antagonizing the person who just turned down your request for donations is not the best way to get them to reconsider their decision.

Andrea gives them a quarter. I nearly turned around to stop her. That's 1/3 of a Go Ape Polar Pop. But I digress.

Brother's is fun. We sit outside because it isn't that cold out. She gets up to pee a lot. We go back inside because she is cold. I think I see the girl I gave a fake name to a few weeks ago.

That would've been bad.

Before we leave she wants to do a shot of something. We look at the banner of shots above the stairs. Surfer on Acid. Something else. Something else. Scooby Snack.

We have a winner.

Nothing particularly funny happens the rest of the night, except when she nearly drops her box of breadsticks while trying to open the door to her apartment.

I've come under the opinion that Andrea does a fairly good job of hiding just how drunk she actually is. It's impressive. Of course I could just be inept at identifying levels of drunkenness.