Some people have a saying. I try to avoid vocalizing it when I'm around girls, because most of them can't stand the idea. I think it is because they are hardwired to believe in some kind of world where all the nice people end up happily married and all the mean people don't. But I digress.
Last night was this girl's 21st birthday. Bridget's friend. Super hot. We met her boyfriend (and/or ex boyfriend. whatever). His eyes were half closed and he was teetering about, nearly falling, and spent most of the time either ignoring, or saying mean things to her. Birthday girl wanted to go to pioneer square, so we spent about 10 minutes trying to herd this guy into a cab. Then, upon arriving in pioneer square, he punches the cabbie and wanders off.
Then the night got pretty good. We hung out in the last supper club, and even though the dance floor was mostly creepy old guys, we didn't have a problem dancing because there were girls in our group. That might be the secret to going out dancing. Also there were some hot women in their 30s dancing up on the balcony. Yay. I think I dropped over $100 though. And by "think" I mean I know. Ridiculous. The drinks at one bar were $8 a piece.
Anyway, then the bars closed. As in, they turned on the house lights at 1:50 am. I had some beer in my apartment so we planned to rendezvous back at the birthday girls hotel room for the after party. Unfortunately, when drunk people are involved, simple things like the room numbers, room locations, and elevators-dont-work-unless-you-have-your-room key become serious obstacles. To keep a long story short, we were all sitting on benches outside when the girls jackass boyfriend walked up and started shouting this incoherent and exaggerated story about where he'd been all night. According to him, he escaped arrest by mouthing off to the cops. I'll be sure to try that one.
While I tried to be as discreet as I could with my eye rolling, someone else in the group confronted him about ignoring his girlfriend/ex girlfriend, who was very nearly passing out on the bench. He didn't like not being the center of attention though. I wanted to give birthday girl a hug but didn't want to get punched in the face. Although, I have to admit, I am curious about being in a fight where I am sober and the other person cannot stand without wobbling. Especially since I don't have any fight stories--fight stories aren't something to brag about but I think they are nice to have in your back pocket just in case someone thinks you're a goody-two-shoes.
It took a while, but eventually the whole drunken crew made it to their room. Sweet view. We watched a rerun of Family Matters on the tv, made sure the now unconscious birthday girl was comfortably tucked in, and left them to listen to Mr Jackass explain why this girls mother didn't hate him, but hated and loved him. Really, I'm not making this up.
I don't feel like searching dictionary.com for the right noun/adjective, but this guy was basically the opposite of a gentleman. Here's the key though: his girlfiend and/or ex-girlfriend? Gorgeous, cute, smart, nice, fun personality, etc. And despite (because of?) all that abuse she was totally into him.
Same story, different actors.
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