January 24, 2018
I feel like death. I drank way too much last night. Which was not my intention at all, because I have work at 10:30 today. Like…. fuckkkkk. I need to learn how to tell my friends to stop getting me drinks after I’ve had 2 or 3. I was on drink 4 last night when I left. Technically. I drank one at home, went to C’s to play Mario Kart and drank 2, and had 2 at the bar.
Yes, I went to C’s. He blew me off the last two nights because he said he fell asleep after work. Which he probably did, he doesn’t really lie about that when it comes to hanging out with me. So I went to play Mario Kart, and I was at my worst. Lost all three games. He tried to start a tally to remember his victory and I hid the tally sheet. After Mario Kart, he broke out his Sega and we played Zombies Ate My Neighbors for a few rounds, before going to one of the bars to meet up with the others.
So we go to the bar, we actually get half off drinks on Tuesdays there because it’s owned by the same owner of where we work. We ran into quite a few of the guys. JP, RK, B, Trav, and C’s unofficial roommate, Richie. JP wanted to play pool, so we all went over to play pool. I think everyone gets surprised when they see me out. Especially since I walked in with C.
My one friend wanted me to meet him over at this other bar, but I really didn’t want to go there when we saw how long the line was. So I told him to meet me instead. And he wound up showing up and hanging out with us for a bit, too. I may just start saying fuck the acronyms because I suck at fake names and too many people have names that start with the same letter.
JP came over to me at some point, and told me that if I ever felt unsafe to let him know. Because last week when C was tickling me and I made all of those weird noises he thought I was going to get raped or something. Honestly, it’s really sweet how many people really do care about my well being. If I was truly in trouble I know they’d be there for me.
Anyways, it turned out to be a really fun night, but I drank way too much. More than I wanted to. I wound up leaving the bar before 1:30, and walked home. I was about halfway home when this random guy stops me and is like, “Do you know where ______ is? And my car?” He asked about one of the bars, and I told him I can tell him it’s down the road at least, but no idea where his car is. He went in that direction, and I went on my way.
Then, about 5 minutes later when I’m on my street, I get stopped again by another random guy (did I mention college is back? Because it’s back unfortunately). This guy asks me where this one road is, and I told him he’s not even close, he’s on 7th street (my street). Cops are driving around, and he says that he’s just going to follow me for a bit. Which I thought was a little odd because I was really drunk and I just wanted to go home, without having some stranger see where I live.
Not even a minute later as we’re walking down the road, a cop car pulls over and a couple of cops get out and walk to this guy behind me. They ask him if he stole from Sheetz, and if he had his ID on him. He said he didn’t. At this point I was like, am I going to jail? Because I was drunk, I mean I’m 24 and legal and so close to home. I gave the cop in front of me my ID, and told him I didn’t know this guy, I just was trying to get home, I lived down the road. He must’ve believed me because my address is on my ID. And he let me go. I was so relieved. He just took down my information.
I don’t think I really breathed until I got home. It terrified me. I don’t need to get involved in anything like that. I was an honest bystander, I really had no idea who that guy was. And I was too drunk to really put two and two together until that happened. I should’ve known this guy was lying low when he didn’t want to switch roads. I wasn’t defending him, I didn’t know anything about what was going on.
When I got home, I messaged C to let him know I made it home okay, and briefly mentioned the thing with the cops. He said he’s not letting me walk home alone anymore. Honestly, I don’t think I want to walk home alone anymore, that was scary for me. Thank God it wasn’t last week when I did a little more than just drink.
But now I really need to get myself ready for work. It’s going to be a no makeup day, but I want to try to stop at Sheetz to get some kind of brief breakfast for work. I really want fruit. I need something to help me get through today. I feel dead. Why do I do this to myself?
January Writing Challenge #24