becoming a southerner

So free beer, free food, and a big TV to watch the game. Good deal! My brother actually turned it down so he can use TIVO to pause and rewind the game on the crappy downstairs TV, but I am thinking he just didn't want to be in a public place with a bunch of strangers. When I first showed up I was kind of regreting it. The TV and keg were all set up in the room but I didn't see any food. It was still pregame entertainment but the only people there at the time was an old couple with a toy dog. Eventually people started coming in, still mostly older then me. This tough lookin guy in a muscle shirt and a big texas tatoo on his right arm sat on the barstool next to me. We talked a bit and I learned it was his TV and he is actually a Morgan County police officer. I first met him and his younger superman-loving friend a bit earlier when they were walking thier puppy pit bull. So many dogs in this neighborhood... makes me miss mine. I've lived with 1-3 dogs my whole life in my parents house. But now without one I just feel even more alone. Even when my parents were always out working late, the dogs were there with me to keep me company and give me attention.
Oh, back to the party. Eventually the food was brought in... much more then I was expecting. Chips, soda, chicken salad, beans, and tons of spicy and honey bbq wings. I haven't been to many parties in my life, and this certainly isn't a party for college kids.. but they did have a keg. I never actually drank from a keg before, and I totaly forgot that you were suppost to pump that first! heh. Luckily noone noticed and I just left with half a cup. After I saw someone else do it right I went back for more.. and more.. Eventually Patrick showed up with a girl from the same apartments, so there was finally someone I could talk to.

I think I met Patrick before I started this blog thing so I need to give a little backstory. Its not too complicated... basically I came back from the club or bar one night, alone, and didn't want to waist my buzz by going right to sleep, so I went for a walk. Patrick was standing out on the porch talkin to his neighbors so I said hi and ended up hanging out till about 5 or 6. A few weeks later the same thing happened and this time he invited me in for several shots of rum. Naturally I said ok! I ended up telling him a little more about myself and he thought it would be a good idea to invite some girls over. By the time they made it over I was puking all over and passed out... Not my best moment :/ I had never passed out or puked from drinking before but that night was the worse. But I am lucky that I did passout because the girls that were there when I woke up in the morning were totally not workin for me. Oh and hes somewhere in his 30's with kids and an ex-wife. End backstory...

I hung out with him for most of the game and talked to his girl. She seemed quite attractive, with perfect teeth filling her smile, shoulder length brown hair, nice features, and a friendly flirty personality that meshed well with mine. She often said she was happy to have someone intelegent to talk to that night, which made me feel good even though I was the youngest person there. At half-time we went to Pats apartment and had a tequilla shot then went to the city cops place upstairs to get a shot of yeager. The cop was playing a vinyl record (should tell how much older he is) and shared some good stories. Another guy came to take shots with us and he seemed like another cool older guy to hang out with. He called me Dot Com the whole night because I work on websites for a job... quite the drunken Southerner! He was talking about this friend of his who has a job in Kuwait that makes $4000/month cash and since they don't have stuff to spend it on over there he would come back with 10 grand at a time and just blow it in a week with his friends. By the end of the game that guy was completely drunk and for some reason thought I was so cool that he invited me to join em on this money blowing extravaganza. For some reason everyone I meet seems like they need to teach me something. School me in how to be cool and do cool things with my time. Like I have some hidden potential to be the master of all things cool and fun in this world. They hear websites and computers and tech school and imediately think I never had a fun day in my life!
Well I guess if I can get along with a room full of Southerners with at least 10 years on me(except that girl couldn't have been more then mid 20's) then I am not too far off. After the game we drained the keg and took the beer to Pats apartment. We watched some really wierd sexual movie which I could barely follow since I didn't pay much attention due to being smashed. But in conclusion the night ended with me getting sent walking across the street to my place....

Patrick and Michelle both had dogs and she brought hers over so they could play together. They seemed like good little dogies who weren't as big of a hastle to keep in an aparartment as I imagined. Maybe I should get a dog for the aparment soon cuz I miss my dogs :(