People, I love people. I'm not big on hanging out with people I don't know. Consequently, it's hard to make new friends. My wonderful, loving and understanding boyfriend asked that I accompany him to a work friends party with a few other couples. Uuuhhhgg, he's so sweet but, yuck i don't wanna go. But, I do go cuz he wants me to and I know it will be good for me. We arrive, say our hellos, see the house bah, blah, blah. I used to also work with this guy so, with him I am comfortable. I've been hearing for months about his rich girlfriend etc. etc.
As we walk in Valerie (the rich girl) and the other couple are sitting around the kitchen table. Jon introduces us etc. He asks Valerie if we could all go sit on the couches so there would be more room. She responded, "you can go sit on the fucking couch." So we do.
For about 20 minutes we sit on the couch and hmm and haaa over his new huge T.V. which my boyfriend, Aaron is really drooling over. Then Valerie comes in and tells us there are jalapeno poppers on the stove if we want them. Then she leaves.
We promptly get up to try these poppers. They make room for us at the table. They are playing some sort of drinking card game. I sit down and they talk about the game and how to play etc. Mostly because Aaron has aked. Then they turn to me and say, it's your turn. I smile and laugh and say oh, I'm not playing. Like of course I'm not playing. Valerie responds, "Oh yes you are!" Hmmm? Let's see, I haven't been pressured to drink since before I was legal to drink. Um what the Hell? I now hate her even more than I did when she sentenced us to the t.v. room refusing to let us all hang together. Now I get to hang out with her but, I must pay.
Now not only am I hanging out with people I don't know, I'm also playing a fucking drinking game, while I'm having to learn a fucking card game. I hate hate hate this night. I don't do good with numbers when I'm sober. Never the less.....Ahhhhhhhh!
Well, cutting to the chase, I end up having to "ride the bus"??? which apparently means you're getting fucking drunk now! My amazing b.f. tells the whole group that I'm gonna "pass" the bus ride to him. He takes like 25 drinks for me!
I love love love love that man!
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