So on Saturday night we went out drinking. Having been 19 for less than a week, it was Ian's first trip to Roosters. The night was good, but unfortunately Chris couldn't come with us because he's not 19 yet, and we all felt bad he couldn't come. Around midnight, after many beers, Ian mumbles and slurs this to me as he looks around at the (many) hot girls at the bar.
Then later on, a waitress picked up a condom (in the package still) that someone had dropped on the floor. She tossed it on the table in front of Ian, laughed, and said "You must've dropped this." Ian, looked at it for a second, waved it in front of the waitress and, pulling this gem of a pick-up line from his arsenal, propositioned the waitress:
Ian: So, you wanna join me?
Waitress: Only if my husband can come too.
Ian: Sure, why not. He can come!
Smooth Ian. Real smooth.
Then on the drive home Ian continued his drunken rambling. We were going to quickly meet up with Chris, Sean and Pat, just to say hi, and for some reason, Ian couldn't have been more excited. He kept talking about "classic times" we'd had with our crew of friends. And he wasn't only talking about good times from the past, he was excited about the "future classic times" that apparently have yet to come.
From the time I met Ian when he was about 6 until the time he was 17 he was the quietest, shyest kid I knew. But get a little booze in him and he's a changed man. And without him, our drunken-escapades wouldn't be nearly as amusing.
We're laughing with you Ian, not at you. Honest.*
*We actually are laughing at you.
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