Last night was, in the truest sense of the word, a gong show.
We went to Rooster's for my birthday, and I was quickly intoxicated. I drank about 6 beers before we even left so I was buzzing pretty good right from the start. Then I had two beers, Jenna bought me another. Chris bought me one. Bucholtz bought me three shots of something. Two tequila shots were in there too, courtesy of Brad and Ian. Then Johnny bought be three shots of zambuca and a shot of JD all at once.
All this happened within the first hour, so I was barely able to stand.
The rest of the night was good - Bucholtz got cut off at the bar by about 10 oclock. But then at about 12:30 or 1, things got fucked. Some Hell's Angel grabbed Brad and accused him of dealing drugs in the bar, and apparently that's HA territory. Then, seconds after that, I walk casually out of the bathroom only to be grabbed by the neck by a bouncer and told to get the fuck out. The bouncer and some HA guy then proceed to escort me from the building. I was fucking angry and pushed the bouncer pretty good, which earned me a shot in the jaw. Oh well.
So everyone followed me outside because nobody knew what the fuck was going on, and Brad was legitimately freaked out, because when the HA guy accused him of dealing in the bar, he also threatened to take him to the back of the building and put two in his head and drop him in the ditch. Maple Ridge is prime Hell's Angel territory too, so it was no empty threat.
We all left soon after, but not before I angrily punched a brick post for some reason. Now my hand hurts and my knuckle is cut up.
A good night, but certainly a fucking weird one.
Tonight we're going camping, and I hope it's a little less crazy.
Also, I woke up this morning with that dreaded "Oh no, how did I embarass myself last night?"
I've been getting that sensation more and more lately, and I don't know why. In my sordid drinking "career" I've always been a pretty average drunk - pretty mellow, don't do anything crazy, dumb or embarrassing, but lately I've just been feeling like I constantly make an ass of myself. Now, I don't know if I actually do, but it's certainly out of character to feel like it.
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