Last night I went on a pubcrawl with Kylie for St. Patrick's Day.
I generally hate St. Patrick's Day due to the fact people used it as an excuse to get obliterated drunk during school back in the day, but I also like being festive, so I celebrated this time.
This blog entry is going to have the same theme's that most of my "LAST NIGHT I WENT OUT..." blogs, which is: Pickup-line-put-downs, and Getting-rowdy-when-I-drink, and the direct correlation between these two topics.
After the 2nd bar yesterday, everyone on the bus is feeling pretty buzzed and friendly. I end up sitting away from Kylie and our friends, and strike up a conversation with a fellow named Andrew.
Andrew seems nice enough, and we are talking about the pub crawl, when he accidentally(??????) punches my boob.
It happens.
Due to the fact I'm probably a 4/10 on the drunk scale at this point, I don't hassle him:
"Wow, you just punched me in the boob."
"Oh, I'm sorry!"
"You could have at least bought me dinner first."
LATER, we are arriving at the 3rd bar, and Andrew tries to patch things up with me I guess, despite having a few more OOPS BOOB PUNCH moments.
"Heyyyyyy so how's it going?" says Andrew
"Its not going; you punched me in the boob." - Larissa. I look at him sternly and look away.
Some of the alcohol has soaked in now, so I'm slightly more rude, we'll put me at a 6/10.
EVEN LATER, we are arriving at the 4th bar. I strategically do not sit beside Andrew this time, however, Kylie ends up stuck beside him.
They are getting into a conversation about how old we are, and what we do for work/school, etc etc.
Kylie is trying to convince Andrew that I am a lesbian and we are newfound lovers.
Andrew is unconvinced, and he yells at me, 3 seats down:
"So how long have you known your friend Kylie?"
I'm at least at a 7.5 or 8 at this point, and involved in lots of "woo!"ing and "yeah!"ing.
Andrew has interrupted my party flow.
I look at him, and go "WHAT?"
"How long have you known your frien---"
"HEY FUCK YOU BUDDY!"
I'm not your buddy, guy.
I'm just delightful.
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