Thursday

August 13, 2010

Sometimes the power of Double Trouble goes a little overboard. I’m not even quite sure what happened at the bar last night and I only had one drink. We got holla-ed walking through the parking lot, grabbed a beer and tried to stare down the people in the booths so we could sit down. Finally a couple clears out and a dude sits down and says we can sit with him and we think he’s about to leave so we do. WRONG The dude tells us he’s the guy who yelled to us in the parking lot, asks if we’re single and then proceeds to tell us weird, incestual, semi-racist stories about working for a cable company. The entire time Jessica and I are giving each other WTF ???!??!?? looks and trying to figure out how to get rid of him. After the stories reach creep level 500 we both whip out our phones and start texting like mad so someone will save us. The dude finally gets the hint, asks if we want to hang out some time, which I reply ‘…no’ and they finally leave. I don’t think they made it out the door before we burst out laughing trying to figure out how that guy came up with such fantastic verbal diarrhea.

Jessica’s buddy Mike shows up and we have a normal hour or so until I realize the girl who lived next door to me until I was 11 and was super mean to me the last few years was standing about 5 feet away. I’m totally weirded out and of course Jessica starts trying to sneak a picture of her and I’m just hoping she doesn’t recognize me.

2AM rolls around and we’re getting ready to leave when the drunkest dude at the bar parks his ass on a stool across from us and looks like he’s about to tip over every five seconds. He needed a seat belt to stay upright.

Then, of course, he turns around, swinging a coke in one unsteady hand and comes lunging toward me. I’m all ‘NO NO NO NO!! You can’t sit next to me! Go back over there!’

Sloppy drunk guy is having a ball, Jessica is laughing her ass off and taking pictures and I’m burying my face in my hands hoping that coke doesn’t end up on me. Luckily something else grabs his attention and he wobbles away.

Jessica and I make a break for the bathroom and then head over to Sonic. We pull in, order our food and finish with ‘We want The Hatter!’ and the voice in the box said ‘OK! I’ll be right out!’

SEE?! Hatter!
He was sans skates this time and said he was just thinking about us and wondering when we would be back.

We always come back for tots and ice cream – it’s the best way to end the night :)

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