Its one thing to be able to hang out and have a good time with them, but you know you're in with your boyfriend's friends when one of them tells you he wants you to beat up one of his ex girlfriends. He even offered to pay me for it. Even though he's been broken up with this chick for a long time (like, years), I can fully understand his hatred for her. There are somethings you will never get over. Some burns never fully heal, and there will always be people from your past in which you would take great pleasure in seeing miserable. I told him that Im non-violent, and joked that if he took out my ex I'd see what I could make happen. What you dont know is that Pat's ex and my ex hung out in the same group in highschool and for a couple of years afterwards (which, like Pat said, is essentially how we knew each other prior to me being with Frankie). What struck me funny about this conversation is, yet again, when I dropped my ex's name Pat's first reaction was to say that he hated him. It seems like everybody who knows my ex for a long time hates him. It makes me feel good.
Its not that Pat is the only one of Frankie's friends that I get along with. I can very easily sit and have a conversation with Dave, and his girlfriend* and I got along great last night. Cooter's a goofball, and although I havent spent much time around Brian**, I seem to get along with him. All in all I like hanging out with my boyfriend's friends. I dont feel like a tag-along girlfriend when its just Frankie and I and them. Actually, that's all that was at Dave's place when we started drinking last night and I was completely comfortable. Dave's girlfriend Janet got home from work just as we were leaving so she came with us the rest of the night, and I think all in all it was a good evening. We didnt actually make it to the fashion show part of the event, but we went to the dance for like half an hour and it sucked. Then we went to the *bar next door to work* and there was a band on stage wearing cowboy hats, which automatically turned me off and made me want to leave. Luckily Frankie wanted to get laid, so it didnt take him all that much to be convinced.
I will admit that last night was the third time in my life that I've vomited due to alcohol. I dont know what caused it, maybe it was the tequila shot that I did at Ashley and Kurt's. Maybe it was the pornstar shot I did at the *bar next door to work* with Janet. Maybe it was the fact that I did the two shots, and drank five coolers all within like a six hour period. For me that means I essentially downed all that liquor. Either way, my stomach was uncomfortable before I went home, but it was the hiccups I got when I was getting ready for bed that made me have to run to the toilet and hurl. That was just before 4am. About 7am, I rolled over in bed which apparently made me seasick, and I had to get up and run to the toilet again and vomit. I puked a lot more that time. It was gross. When I finally awoke for the day a few hours later my stomach was still all queer, but the nasty stuff was over. It was one of those days where I would normally say "I wont drink like that for a long time", but Im going out drinking next Friday, and then there's New Year's. Speaking of which, does anybody have any ideas for New Year's?
*My brother took Janet to her prom.
**My neighbor, I can see Brian's kitchen from my kitchen window.
{Sunday, December 17}
La dee da.
