Here's a story about my night last night. I figured B&T was a good place for it since most of yall are probably gonna rip me a new one for it.
Last night was the last Saturday before school starts at one of the top 5 party schools in the nation. Saturday nights are fucking prime. Anyhow, I end up getting far more trashed than any person has any business being. By the time 2am starts to roll around (the time bars close in California) I'm heading outside and these two hot chicks and their ugly engaged friend are like, "Hey, Skitch! Where's the after-party?"
Me: "After party? I'm headed there right now. It's on 2nd ave."
Girls: "Well, we'll walk with you then."
So I'm rolling down to this party with one hot chick on each arm and the ugly engaged trailing behind us. Well I get half way there and my brother calls from the party to tell me it's dead.
Me: "Sorry ladies, turns out the party's dead."
Girls: "No party? No beer?"
Me: "Nah, that's what I'm saying. They're all out of beer."
Girls: "Come on, Skitch. You're supposed to give us an after party."
Me: "Sorry, the keg's dust."
Girls: "Come on, Skitch. You're really disappointing us. You sure there's no after party?"
Me: "Well, I could like to you, but seriously, it's dead."
Girls: *nudge nudge* "Come on, Skitch. Can't you get an after party going for us?"
Me: "Nope, sorry. You all have a good night though. Sorry about all that."
So, anybody here that has any fucking clue how the bar scene works in Chico will be trying to bash me across the forehead right now saying, "Skitch, you stupid son of a bitch! They wanted YOU to be the after party! You fucking dumb ass! You let the hot bitches go!"
Yeah, I was COMPETELY fucking clueless and this morning it was really funny to me that I was such a complete retard.
Last night was the last Saturday before school starts at one of the top 5 party schools in the nation. Saturday nights are fucking prime. Anyhow, I end up getting far more trashed than any person has any business being. By the time 2am starts to roll around (the time bars close in California) I'm heading outside and these two hot chicks and their ugly engaged friend are like, "Hey, Skitch! Where's the after-party?"
Me: "After party? I'm headed there right now. It's on 2nd ave."
Girls: "Well, we'll walk with you then."
So I'm rolling down to this party with one hot chick on each arm and the ugly engaged trailing behind us. Well I get half way there and my brother calls from the party to tell me it's dead.
Me: "Sorry ladies, turns out the party's dead."
Girls: "No party? No beer?"
Me: "Nah, that's what I'm saying. They're all out of beer."
Girls: "Come on, Skitch. You're supposed to give us an after party."
Me: "Sorry, the keg's dust."
Girls: "Come on, Skitch. You're really disappointing us. You sure there's no after party?"
Me: "Well, I could like to you, but seriously, it's dead."
Girls: *nudge nudge* "Come on, Skitch. Can't you get an after party going for us?"
Me: "Nope, sorry. You all have a good night though. Sorry about all that."
So, anybody here that has any fucking clue how the bar scene works in Chico will be trying to bash me across the forehead right now saying, "Skitch, you stupid son of a bitch! They wanted YOU to be the after party! You fucking dumb ass! You let the hot bitches go!"
Yeah, I was COMPETELY fucking clueless and this morning it was really funny to me that I was such a complete retard.