jeja_uribe
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Goddamn. I just got back from a "wet" grad party. Yeah maybe I'm kinda fuckin' old for a grad party, but I live in a small town, and do hang out regularly with a couple of the grads, and occasionally with others. Plus a couple coworkers were there...so there were people there that I know and hang out with.
So, I figured that because I wanted to drive home afterward, I'd pack a few beer in ice and head out there. Well I got there, left my beer in the van at first, and wandered over to the fire. One of the guys offered me a beer, so I took it, started drinking it, and then one of the chapperones (sp?) announced that they wanted all the keys of anyone who drove out and was drinking.
Wanting to be the responsible person I try to be, I told him that I drove out there, was planning on driving back, but had a couple beer to drink. I specified that I was only going to have a couple drinks, but he basically demanded my keys. Of course, being a legal adult, responsible for myself, I refused to give him my keys. Ended up I finished that beer, but in the meantime I had like four different people tell me to give them my keys or leave. I just finished the beer, and that ended up being the only drink I had there.
Later, someone started off a roman candle, and for some stupid fucking reason they figured that they shoot out of the opposite end from the fuse. Well, in the process of turning it around after it had started going off, I got shot, and my fleece got burned to shit.
So a little later I said I wanted to go to my van to change sweaters. I went to my van (outside of the yard), took a piss on the far side, and then hopped in and cracked a beer. Gulped some down, took off my burnt sweater, gulped down some more beer, put my other sweater on, gulped down some more beer, then noticed that idiot chapperone wandering towards my van. So I set the beer down in the shadows and got out of the van.
"Just wondering if you got it all under control," he said.
I'm thinking fuck dude, I'm changing sweaters! Sure I got it under control! Out loud I said "I've always got it under control."
He made some dumb comment that he's seen different, and when I asked him to specify, he couldn't come up with anything specific. Yeah, thought so.
So the rest of the night, with a few bastards probably next to stalking me, I didn't have anything else to drink. It sucked. Went through more smokes than I would have if I would've been drinkin'. So now I'm sitting here by myself, sippin' a beer.
Life really fucking sucks because of a few stupid people who can't think and need all the thinking to be done for them. So some people can't figure out to either get pissed, or drive home; that doesn't mean that I can't think for myself. I'm not stupid. I can have two or three beer at a party, and then drive home legally. I'm not going to drink ten beer just cuz I had two. I'm not stupid. I can have two beer in a night and be legal to drive at any given time, or I can get hammered and not be legal to drive until halfway through the next day.
Damn people pretty much ruined my night. Sure I wasn't going to get drunk, but all I could do sit there and chat and smoke. I felt like leaving...but I figured I'd stay and chat.
Fuckers. Let me make my own damn decisions already!
So, I figured that because I wanted to drive home afterward, I'd pack a few beer in ice and head out there. Well I got there, left my beer in the van at first, and wandered over to the fire. One of the guys offered me a beer, so I took it, started drinking it, and then one of the chapperones (sp?) announced that they wanted all the keys of anyone who drove out and was drinking.
Wanting to be the responsible person I try to be, I told him that I drove out there, was planning on driving back, but had a couple beer to drink. I specified that I was only going to have a couple drinks, but he basically demanded my keys. Of course, being a legal adult, responsible for myself, I refused to give him my keys. Ended up I finished that beer, but in the meantime I had like four different people tell me to give them my keys or leave. I just finished the beer, and that ended up being the only drink I had there.
Later, someone started off a roman candle, and for some stupid fucking reason they figured that they shoot out of the opposite end from the fuse. Well, in the process of turning it around after it had started going off, I got shot, and my fleece got burned to shit.
So a little later I said I wanted to go to my van to change sweaters. I went to my van (outside of the yard), took a piss on the far side, and then hopped in and cracked a beer. Gulped some down, took off my burnt sweater, gulped down some more beer, put my other sweater on, gulped down some more beer, then noticed that idiot chapperone wandering towards my van. So I set the beer down in the shadows and got out of the van.
"Just wondering if you got it all under control," he said.
I'm thinking fuck dude, I'm changing sweaters! Sure I got it under control! Out loud I said "I've always got it under control."
He made some dumb comment that he's seen different, and when I asked him to specify, he couldn't come up with anything specific. Yeah, thought so.
So the rest of the night, with a few bastards probably next to stalking me, I didn't have anything else to drink. It sucked. Went through more smokes than I would have if I would've been drinkin'. So now I'm sitting here by myself, sippin' a beer.
Life really fucking sucks because of a few stupid people who can't think and need all the thinking to be done for them. So some people can't figure out to either get pissed, or drive home; that doesn't mean that I can't think for myself. I'm not stupid. I can have two or three beer at a party, and then drive home legally. I'm not going to drink ten beer just cuz I had two. I'm not stupid. I can have two beer in a night and be legal to drive at any given time, or I can get hammered and not be legal to drive until halfway through the next day.
Damn people pretty much ruined my night. Sure I wasn't going to get drunk, but all I could do sit there and chat and smoke. I felt like leaving...but I figured I'd stay and chat.
Fuckers. Let me make my own damn decisions already!