It's Saturday night, you've got a wallet full of fresh pay day cash, you've got no immediate agenda. You're buddy calls you, "Let's do some boozin." You call some other people, they are also interested in contributing to your destruction of the aluminum army. Great. Everyone comes to your place, which you are happy to provide, also not everyone will come equipped w/the nessasary tools to get themselves jumped blitzed, you also provide. Then something happens, whether it's an ordinary night or it's a particularly great night, someone always says "let's head out to the bar." There's something wrong with this. I'm just talking about the person who's hanging out w/most of their friends and has to say "i wanna go out". People always follow that one person. Usually that person is one of the people who didnt contribute to the buying of your beloved rocky mountain nectar but, surely helped to dwindle supply.
Personally, most of the time, I don't see the allure of going out. I'm much more apt to stay in and have a blast than go out and spend more money than i though i would to get mildly drunk. Going out isn't terrible, it just seems like to much of a risk, especially if i'm already half in the bag, than reward. My "mini parties" arent the grand parties of ole but, people seem to like um. I like those people, even the ones that leave but, i'm obligated to stay. Plus, i really don't like half the people that are out. I dont like buying girls drinks. They feel i should cause they spent 2 hours getting ready to stand in a sweaty bar with a 10/2 ratio of guys to girls and only brought 6 bucks. Get a better job, look prettier so more guys will buy those drinks, or maybe don't go out so much. (also, i'm taken so i really could care less). I dont like most of the guys that go out. I remember them all in highschool guess what? Havent changed a bit. Isn't that weird? Nope, i'm not surprised. Hate the music. Who the hell played this Dixie Chix song 30 fucking times in a row? It's been a different song everytime? Country music all sounds the damn same to me.
So here's how it ends up, I go out and buy my beer and end up hanging out with the same people i was hanging out with before doing less of what we could be doing at mi casa because the bar frowns on throwing shot glasses at each other, the dart machine cost 3 bucks to play, and i have to worry about some chick bothering me to buy her another Jaegerbomb because 16 isn't enough. The puke in your hair and that lingering smell of bile and oriental chicken salad says you've had enough.
I'm not saying, I'm just saying.
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