Having my heartbroken by that psychology major really got me depressed. I talked it out with my sweet hot ladies at Starbucks and they said I need to let loose, go out and forget about her. They suggested going for a night out on Richmond row. Seemed like a good plan at the time.
I really didn't know where to go, so I just found the largest line and joined it.
I got some strange looks, but I didn't give a shit about those preppy assholes, I was looking for a good time. When I got into the bar, I got two beers and sat down. Loosening up so I could then score some hot chicks.
As I was slugging back beers, I was approached by a group of partiers who asked me to join them. It was nice of them I thought and came over to their table for a drink. Well, these cats could DRINK! They were handing me glass after glass of this putrid drink called "mustang ale". God awful shit.
I remember feeling pretty drunk when one of the girls asked me to dance. Hell ya! Finally!!
Found out later, she was a total tease and went back to her boyfriend at the table. Boyfriend was not so happy. I think we all headed out somewhere else....but at that point, we had 3 rounds of tequilla and I can't seem to remember anything else......damn, I need to puke.
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