I have been recovering from the events of New Years Eve for a few days now. I certainly haven’t been out partying since then, so it’s still fresh in my mind. This is a long tail and my fingers are sore, but I’ll do my best.
I decide to spend new years with my buddy Truck. We have been going out almost every night since I got home and he is currently my best friend here. We are even moving in together in a few weeks. I hear from a couple of the lair guys about some event downtown where a guitar is dropping and Nashville wants to be Times Square. Sounds lame, but they also promise a crowd. And I LOVE crowds.
We load up a couple of flasks. Jack* for him and Parrot Bay for me. Don’t judge! I basically drank Jack 80% of the night. But man nobody loves it like Truck. To be honest, I think he should be sponsored by Jack. We get my dad to drop me off at a local bar at like 7 or something. You can never really start New Years too early.
Before we leave the house we load up a little bottle of diet coke with Jack. By the time we get to the bar I’m already tipsy and feeling smooth. We pull up a coupla stools at the bar, but I gotta stand because there is a huge steel flask in my back pocket. Fun fact for you guys – I bought the two flasks years ago at pottery barn. I am pretty sure just to sneak into movies. So I am standing there and we pound a couple of beers. There is a real lack of eye candy in this sports bar. I know. But it’s a good warm up.
The place is one of my old haunts and it is really interesting to see things through eyes that have been opened. There is a girl bartender that Truck thinks is cute, so of course the guy serves us. Guess if he got a good tip. I hate being served by a dude. So we get pretty lit there and then I am getting texts from a lair dude offering a ride the rest of the way to downtown. How could we turn that down?
Somehow we get an amazing free parking space right on the street about 100 meters from the party. I know I use meters, but look I been in the UK a long damn time. So I have to pee so bad I can taste it in the back of my throat. We pop into Sbarro’s to hit the toilet but the line is bastard long. This other dude says he has a secret piss spot that won’t have a line, so I put my trust in him.
We end up behind a dumpster next to the bar I do all my game in. As I am tearing into the back of this thing like a racehorse, guys come out to throw out trash and are like don’t piss here! But they are just joking and don’t really care. I know I didn’t. While the other guys are pissing I start talking to some dude having a smoke. It turns out he is a barback in there. So I chat to him a bit to find out how many girls are in there etc. Seems like a good option.
We spend some time outside in the free party and me n Truck are hitting the flasks to keep the party going. There isn’t a cute girl in site and there are tons of families and chubby out-of-towners. Finally Truck and I decide to hit our new bar. We try to bring the other dude, but at the last minute he leaves the line. We asked if it was too expensive for him, as we didn’t want to be dicks. He ran off to see his other friend and I didn’t even realize it, as I was giving my ID to the bouncer dude when he slipped off.
Inside we chat to this smoking hot bartender that we have been befriending for weeks. She is cool and then we bounce around. Gonna be honest. Truck got a double of Jack and I sad me too like an idiot. It tasted like fire and shame. From then on, life got REAL hazy. I started talking to this older lady who looked like someone. I can’t remember who. She was cool and was married to the barback up there. He was so jacked.
Truck starts talking to this really pretty chick. He didn’t realize that she was super married. I could see her diamond from 20 feet away. I am joking with the other 2 girls for a while and finally I decide to dive in. Her friend is kinda cute and NOT rocking a ring. So I roll up. I am like I think my friend has no idea this girl is married. We start chuckling and she is like ya her husband is right here. He totally doesn’t care, so why not chill out. I chat to my girl about 5 minutes and we start kissing. It’s only 11:30.
People around us start clapping. Her friends now want to go outside for the final ball drop. She is like come with us and I will give you a real kiss at midnight. So I say, how about you just give me a real kiss right now – stick your tongue in my face. So she does and I nearly lost a tooth. It was awesome. Unfortunately, there was a complete and total lack of logistics. She is going back to Chicago the next morning and staying with her friends. So I let her go outside without me.
I start talking to Truck and he never realized his chick was married. It was funny. OK, from here on events are NOT chronological. When I get hammered I lose my timestamp ability. I know. I wonder if it’s just me.
I am downstairs by myself and I start talking to some pretty girl. She grabs my hand. Oh wait. I met some black dude. He plays basketball for a college around here. He points to one of his girls and says she’s all yours. She is digging me. That’s how I met her. They all go upstairs and take me with them. They walk off and I’m kissing her and I’m on the dancefloor. Then some jacked white dude comes up and puts his hand in my face and says Timeout! I can smell the orbiter on him from a mile away. I decide that I am not in the mood for a confrontation.
I go back downstairs and start talking to some girls. I tell them I lost my only friend in town and ask them to be my new friends. I talk to 3 pairs of girls in the same area around the same time. I got the number from one of these girls. I think she’s a blond. It’s been 2 weeks and we are still texting. Of course now I’m out of town and next week she is, but we’ll see what happens. But I really have a fog about this little amount of time. So let’s go to the next event, shall we?
I am back upstairs talking to my original married chick. I meet her husband. Dude is a bounty hunter as well as a bar back. We talk for at least an hour. Really cool dude. So funny. I don’t remember all the details. I got his number but he didn’t reply to my text the next day. Oh well. At least I collected another job.
Hmm. Eventually me and Truck leave the bar and run into the lair dudes again. The dude drives us home which was super cool. It’s all hazy. Someone texted me this week saying they met me that night. I am not sure who he is, but I guess I’ll find out when I’m back in town.
Overall it was a really fun night. I love drinking and I love hanging with Truck. Can’t wait to move in with him next month. Two makeouts is a bit of funny, but nothing too crazy. I’m crashing with my folks til the end of the month, when I move into my new apt. I wanted to wait until after I get my first paycheck at my new job. So logistics were brutal.
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