I really feel pretty wretched this morning. Last night was pretty
much the worst night I’ve had out in a long time. This post is written
as well as my memory will allow, for there was drink taken.

To set the scene: Tim drunk-dialed me at 1:30 am on Friday morning,
wanting to come over. I told him he couldn’t, I was kinda hanging out
with his buddy Fireman, it would be a bad thing for both of us, etc. He
didn’t like this answer, but in the morning I received a text from him:
“Thanks for being a good girl last night.” Well, that was nice.

And then it was Gin Bucket night at JB’s Bar. I went with some
friends, and Tim and his group trickled in. I’d texted Fireman earlier
in the day to see if he was coming, and he’d said yes. He’d been a
little standoff-ish during the week, but I was looking forward to
seeing him. When he got there, it was hi-hello-what’s-up and off he
went with the boys. Okay then. I don’t own him, no big thing.

I talked with some of the guys for awhile, with Mel and others,
drinking from the Gin Bucket and getting a little bit ridiculous. Then
I became aware that my cell phone was gone. I freaked, went around
asking everyone, checking floors and barstools and the bathroom. Gone
gone gone. Someone took it right off the counter in my friendly
neighborhood bar where everybody knows your name.

I went into the bathroom and stumbled, hitting my head on the wall.

I was PISSED. Mad about my missing Sidekick (do you know how much
those cost when you’re not upgrading? GAAH!), I asked Fireman - who had
avoided another attempt at casual conversation earlier - if he was
going to be taking me home that night.

“Well, I could,” he said, “but you’re all mad now and Ben and Mel are going so maybe you should just ride with them.”

Bastard. Fine. That’s me, drunk and mad, and no begging here. Off I went.

Once home, I lay on my bed for about ten minutes, chugging water,
sobering up a bit, and crying because I was mad at Fireman for suddenly
becoming such a jerk, mad about my cell phone, mad because I didn’t let
Tim come over the night before because then haha, Fireman, the joke’s
on you. Then I did a stupid thing. Unable to drunk-dial anyone sans
cell phone, I got in the Jeep and headed back up there.

The night only gets better at http://redstaplernation.wordpress.com/2008/07/12/emo-gin-bucket-a-very-bad-idea/