I’m not a huge partier, which is a known fact to those who know me. So much so that when I informed my little sister of my intention to go drinking on a Friday night, she condescended1 to give me some advice to make sure I didn’t screw things up. The advice: don’t get shit-faced. Which is actually more useful than my mom’s advice (given many years ago upon my 21st birthday): don’t mix your dark alcohols with your lights. Which doesn’t help when you’re drinking something green.
So, last Friday, I went to the bars with a friend from class, and ran into other people I knew. And had a blast. Way more fun than I thought I would have.
You know you’ve done a fair bit of partying in public, though, when you think things through to the end of the night, before you’ve even left the house.
- Dress. It’s February, but the night is clear, so a tank-top and sweatshirt is proper attire because I get warm when I’m drunk, and I can wrap a sweatshirt around my waist, which isn’t possible with a jacket.
- Hair. I’ll be drunk, which means my hair will bother me. Especially if somehow I over do it and need to puke. It’s too short for a ponytail, so headband it is.
- Shoes. Lots of girls go to the bars in sexy high-heal shoes. I’m a klutz when sober, so heals probably aren’t a good idea when drunk. Cute little flats it is.
- Purse. I can’t keep track of a purse when drunk. Better not take it. Besides, all I need is my ID, some cash, and a credit card in case of emergency. I’ll clip those together with a binder-clip.
- Keys. Don’t want to lose the keys. Better remove the keys I won’t need (which eliminates all but one), and make sure to have the key-ring clipped to a belt loop so they can’t work their way out of the pocket.
- Phone. Vibrate because I know I won’t be able to hear it, and back pocket so that I’ll be able to feel it. Will continuously touch my butt throughout the night to ensure that it is still there.
The only thing I hadn’t worked out before I’d left the house was how I was going to get home. Mostly because I hadn’t talked to Am about it, but I knew she was getting dropped off at the Bear by her roommate, and I could probably get a ride home if I wasn’t comfortable walking back alone.
Luckily for me, E is the most awesomest guy I know in Chico, and came out to join us at the bar, and he walked me home, to protect me from whoever might be lurking in the shadows. I did feel bad that he had to walk himself back through campus and across downtown to get back to his car and his place, though. It’s a good thing that I don’t live very far from downtown at all.
However, I had a blast. We spent most of the evening at LaSalles, with a live band that sounded suspiciously like Green Day–which took awhile to figure out, being drunk and unable to remember band names.
AM is just as dorky a drunk as me, and just as dorky when sober. And well, E is the best, whether drunk or sober. After all, he let me buy him a round first, before he reciprocated. I like a guy who’ll let a girl buy his drink.
Mostly because I’m odd.
– “Miracle!” Riot!: Paramore
- i’m using the 19th century definition here, not that my sister was patronizing me. [back]
While I haven’t been going out as much as I did the past few months, I can tell you the less you take with you when drinking, the better. Ness always does the binder clip thing when we plan to go out, otherwise we go out after work and it’s just to a small bar where we usually hang out all the time anyway. One of our friends is the DJ, and that’s always nice because he’ll play whatever we want.
ooh dj’s, who doesn’t love them?
yeah, i’ve never understood those girls who take bags large enough to fit a baby in to the club. because who wants to take care of that all night? and that’s why i always eliminate a coat, because harldy anywhere has a coat-check anymore. they should totally bring that back.
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