The night of the deer

Ok, so this actually happened a while ago, but going back through the myspace blog I was shocked that I hadn't posted anything about this.

So back in February (the night of the 16th actually) I went down to Atlanta to hang out with the summer roomates for a weekend. On the way down I got a killer headache. I mean it was so bad I almost puked on myself. So I got some Excedrin in Spartanburg, SC and took 6 of them immediately and 2 more when I got outside of Lawrenceville. I'm going to blame the headache medicine for the events of the evening. So only roomate 1 could go out because roomate 2 was out with some random girl. Roomate 1 and one of our friends and I went to Wild Wings. Apparently I started out ok, was macking on a few ladies and even danced with our waitress when she got off of her shift. Things were going pretty well until I decided to start buying Roomate 1 and our friend jaeger bombs. I do remember we lost our table and I had to put my coat on a chair at another table. I wasn't feeling really good about that, but whatever, I was drunk and hot.

So last call rolls around and my coat is gone. This doesn't make me happy, and the liquor in my belly is making me positively charming to those charged with getting me out of the bar. The guys get me out of the bar fine, but turn for like two seconds and I'm charging my way back in there. I get get about halfway down the bar when a cop grabs me and asks me what I'm doing, "I'm trying to find my coat is there some sort of problem with that?" Yeah, it's after last call and I need you to leave. "Well quit being such an asshole and let me get my fucking coat, then I'll leave." Needless to say the bracelets came out for just a few minutes. I didn't wear the bracelets, thanks to roomate 1 who did some quick talking on my behalf.

So on the way out I see the group of people I left my coat with (let me say at this point too that these people assured me my coat was going to be fine). So I start mouthing off. Something along the lines of "Did you really need a coat and cash that badly you fucking whore?" "Is your pimp not watching out for you?" So then the ladies come over to the truck and start yelling at me, hitting the truck. Roomate 1 is driving and telling them not to listen to me, that I'm drunk. I lean over and according to roomate 1, I say "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to call you guys whores. I'm really sorry you fucking dirty whores." Some blows were exchanged, but we get out of there. Roomate 1 got jacked becasue of me, so that wasn't cool.

We get to the apartment where roomate 2 was hanging with some girls he knew, and just like clockwork, get me beligerent and I jump on the fat one. Now I'm not being mean and saying that there were no redeeming qualities to her, it's just that I have no memory of this point of the night and that's how she was described to me later. I madea point to ask the next day "Well was she cool or something?" and all I got back was "dude, she was HUGE." Apparently my friends thought I was having a great time and were content to sit back and watch me entertain for the evening. Apparently the best part of everyone's night was when I asked the girl "Hey, so will you go make out with me in the cornerfor like 10, 15 minutes?"Unbelievable.

The night took a turn for the worst when we got out of the apartment and Roomate 1 and our friend decided that I needed to drive becasue they were both too inebriated to do it themselves. Please take a minute to reread the last three paragraphs and figure out whether or not this was a good idea. Needless to say I really don't remember much of this except for being out in the woods somewhere, completely stopped, watching the deer walk around int eh headlights. At that point I woke roomate 1 and our friend up with "Guys! Look at the deer!" That was followed up with a quick "Shaughn, where are we?" Not only did I not know, but we weren't even on a road. our friend had to call his brother and get him to figure out where we were on mapquest in order to get home. We were somwhere outside of Athens. We were over 60 miles from the house and two and half hours the opposite direction from where we were supposed to go.