Confessions from a bathroom floor

I rarely drink. My friend Eric's concert was a few weeks ago. It was at a bar. I had 2 drinks. A week later he had another concert at a bar. I had one drink there. My friend Pablo had a birthday party last week. He bought me this drink that was about 15 dollars. Party was fun, but for the first time in my life I found myself sleeping on the bathroom floor.

The party was last Thursday. It was at a place called The Cattle Ranch. Its an outdoor Karaoke bar in city walk which is located in Universal City. I wasn't going to go because it cost 10 dollars to park but Pablo said he really wanted me there. So Mollye, the great girlfriend she is, dropped me off.

I get there at about midnight. People are tipsy, music's lowd, woman are wearing next to nothing, fun was had by all. Happy Tipsy Pablo starts yelling "Im going to buy you a drink Homey". I basically responded with you don't have to or something close to that. He asked me what I wanted and I responded with "surprise me". He did.

One of the sad things is I thought I was being smart by drinking water with my alchohol. The problem with that was I hadn't ate anything since 3pm that day. So Pablo bought me a drink called 'Game Over" or "The annihlater" or something along those lines. The drink was huge, green and pretty strong.

I remember everything. Let's see. We all shouted along to "Don't Stop Believing", I got to witness some of my co-workers try and pick up woman, and I got to see people I was with either act responsible (by staying sober) and others just have a good time. I drank my drink and "to my surpirse" found myself completly drunk.

Some of the things I remember are rather disturbing. I went to the bathroom twice and both times I heard guys say things like " you think your gonna hit that tonight" and the response "Im working on it". Another thing I heard was something along the lines of " I need to get her more drinks man, I don't want to go home alone", crazy shit that I had never actually heard before. I also remember noticing guys maybe 5 feet away from a half dressed woman just staring at her, than her looking back at them in disgust and walk away. The guys would just watch and make comments as she walked away.

I started thinking about how sad some people are. The fact that people feel liquor is the only way to meet people or how liquor is the only way to get sex is sad to me. Is it that there self esteem is is so low that the only way to woo the opposite sex is to get them drunk. Are people just assholes and just want to use alchohol as a way to use the opposite sex, or is it both?

This post is just me rambling. I would delete it but it's two days in the making, isn't that sad? =0( . I will end by saying thank you to Chhean for driving me home, thank you to Mark for staying sober and cutting me off and paying for everything, thanks to Pablo and Inez for convincing me to go, and especially a huge thank you to Mollye for taking care of a puking me who turned pale and slept next to the toilet bowl all night. She also set her alarm every 2 hours to check on me.

So everyone I will be drinking at most 2 small drinks when I go out. I said small. If anyone hears me say I think I might want another you have my permission to punch me in the face. That way I'll be more worried about taking care of my face than drinking. I never want to worry Mollye again and I never want the toilet to be my bed buddy. That was just weird.