Well, I freakin’ did it. I went out with some friends last night to the nightclub. I got drunk, I danced my ass off, I had fun.
“What’s that you say? You, MSK had fun? Oh my God!”
Yes, it’s true folks. Boring old predictable MSK finally let it all loose and I partied my ass off last night. I didn’t have any luck with the ladies, but oh well. That’s my own fault for not making a move soon enough. By the time I was buzzed enough to have the nerve to make a move, the two women I had eyes for, had left. At least I had fun, regardless.
For the record, this was the first time I have partied in six years! And in light of my horrendous hangover, I think it will be another six years before I do it again, lol. I hate kneeling at the porcelain altar.
Anyway, I had fun, and learned a couple things, so all in all, I guess it isn’t so bad.
Better luck next time, MSK. Keep on going, now that you’re on a roll–eventually, you’ll find the correct alcohol level necessary to have the courage to ask out women without being hung over the next day. It’s a tricky balance–I prescribe several more attempts
I talked to my friends on the phone today. It tirns out I had more to drink than I thought. They said I drank 7 beers in like two and a half hours :eek: No wonder I tossed the cookies.
Next time I go out, I am sticking to plain old Coca Cola.
At least I had fun, regardless.
