Friday Night

Well after taking most of the week off for snow...it was time to enjoy the weekend. Friday night started with two of my good friends, Steve, Tommy and I cabbing to a little known spot in my town called McCabe's. We met up with a couple of friends there, Pete and Tai. Pete was accompanied with his wife Kerry and she had brought with her three of her girlfriends. One married, one cute, and one disgruntled. They were all around 28 or 29. The married one was apparently known for stepping out of the marriage and had some fake breasts. Tommy bought rounds of Tequila and was including her in these rounds. I clued him in that she would be a waste of money, since she was married. He stopped buying the shots, but surely didn't stop talking to her. The guys bought a few pitchers of beer and we drank those down with the shots of Tequila while small talking with this group of girls. After I got a few in me, I got bold and ripped the "cute" one off her stool and onto the dance floor with me. We danced and drank the rest of the night together while making out on our bar stools. We exchanged phone numbers and said she left her phone at home. I thought "wow, no girls leave their phones at home". She just didn't seem like the type to take her phone everywhere she went. She went by just "Liz".

The night got late and the guys took off to the house after the girls offered to give me a ride there after we left. So I left the bar with a car full of girls back to my house. On the way back, Liz and I sat in the back..drunkingly groping and kissing. I told her she should stay over and not risk the bad weather snow on the way back to her house. She agreed, but when we got to the house, she changed her mind. The "married" friend got mad about something and the two sat alone talking to in private. I was patient until I heard Liz tell say to the "married" one that she was going to ride with her so they can talk on the way home, or something to that extent. This meant I wouldn't be spending time with her, and in my drunken state that pissed me off. This meant sleep sounded a lot better than standing around waiting for the girls to leave. I went downstairs and passed out. Apparently, after I had gone to sleep, she had tried to come knock on my door, but she was just doing so to say goodbye, not stay. (Or at least that's what I keep telling myself).

When I woke up in the morning, I looked at my texts on my phone:

Me: "Well so much for your promise to stay, real truthful"
Liz: (An hour later after she got home and back to her phone) "Well where the hell did you go"

Ugh....I must have sounded like an asshole..no way she is going to want to see me again.