Damn Holidays

I went home for the weekend before Christmas. That was four days of family time.

So for some reason, since I've returned I have been acting out. I have decided to just go with it until the 2nd, even though my body may be paying the price. Oh yeah, my work may be suffering too, but who cares about that.

Clearly, the highlite of everyone's holidays is New Years Eve. Frankly, i hate planning out a NYE event. After debating several different bar events, we decided to go to a a party being put on by a friend of one of my friends. She said that the guys hosting the party were also going out the Wednesday and I should go and meet them to make sure that I didn't think they were complete douches. So we did. We drank quite a bit. Then some random guy tried to challenge 7 guys to a fight for the right to talk to the one girl in our group who already told him she was not interested. So we just had him kicked out. I am an amazing fighter (i think my exact words were, "fuck this, i'm getting the bouncer.").

Regardless, after an hour more we move over a bar (passing the guy who was now being sat on by a bouncer). I start talking to a waitress and filling her in on what exactly happened. After several more drinks, she gives me a ride home. I invite her up and we have some fun.

Later I find out that one of the guys hosting the party has been trying to get her for awhile. However, this apparently makes me hilarious to the other guys. That and the whole guy trying to fight everyone. So tonight, I am fearful that a) one of the host people will be mad at me, and b) (probably more important) that the guys will expect me to continue the amount of entertainment I gave them in the middle of the week.

Oh yeah, that was the first time i ever did a drunken one night stand. I'll decide later if i will make them more common.