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Category: Booze
Tuesday, May 10th, 2005 @ 05:42 pm
Posted By Brent

Being drunk can sometimes suck. Not being able to tell who's in the wrong in a tense situation is always uncomfortable.

Saturday me, Brenda, Kim, and Alison went down to One Eyed Jacks to catch a show and hang out with some friends. Kim ended up getting cornered by some guy who was talking her ear off, but she was either enjoying his banter at the time or being overly gracious because she seemed to be having fun. Unfortunately, towards the end of the night it was becoming all too apparent that she was ready for him to move on.

It got even more uncomfortable when we made plans to leave and grab a bite to eat because instead of making our intentions obvious by bidding him farewell, the group just tried to bolt down the street while he wasn't looking. We weren't half a block away when he caught back up with us, walked with us to the parking lot in an uneasy, tense silence, and eventually just jumped in Kim's car when she unlocked the doors.

Here's where the drunken confusion sets in. This guy has to be well aware that we were all giving him vibes. Was he being a dick or was he just innocently not picking up on what was going on? Or did he just not give a shit either way? Was I over-reacting to a situation I didn't understand? Did I misinterperet everyone's body langauge when we were trying to leave? John knew the guy and seemed to vouche for him in the past, so I was hesitant to just blurt out, "hey buddy, what the fuck are you doing?"

Seeing as he was first in the car we all got another moment to share glances without his knowledge, and this time everyone's intentions were obvious enough. Their eye's seemed to scream "how do we ditch this guy?" quickly formulating a plan, I told eve


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