So last night was my “last night out on the town.”  It was pretty cool I guess, It was the second time I’ve been to that bar since my 21st birthday.  For reasons unknown to me I’m insanely nervous at bars. Thinking about it It might be that I get slightly nervous and claustrophobic in large bodies of people. Can’t help it. Its almost like an overload of input, too much shit I’m taking in. …Buuuuttt, as the night progressed I got more and more smashed, and in turn more and more obnoxious.  At one point I was drinking two drinks at once…I mean sucking down two straws in my mouth at the same time.  Heh, at one point I made a toast to Black Friday, or to most Good Friday.  My toast involved something like ”to the day my people slaughtered your false messiah.”  I am always surprised I’m never punched when I go out. I mean really?  I go out–get drunk, and become obnoxiously caustic and offensive–but never get decked in the face. I love it!! 

   Oh yeah, this was a first.   We had been sharing this table thing with these three girls, one of whom Jay recognized as a girl that attended our old childhood church.  Jay tells me I should hit on her with something as Corny as “of course I recognize you, I’d remember a face that beautiful.”  well as intoxicated as I was I lean over and spark the conversation with remembering her, she says her name was… … …?…something, and well, very inebriated, I say in the creepiest way possible, “wow, youd think I’d remember a name that beautiful.”  …I know. Smooth right? Like Dean Martin and shit. 

all right– –I’m Out!