Inogenius

It's Saturday and I'm home at 11:30. I feel pathetic. I had plans, went out, and started to have a fun time. But that all went to waste.

It's my friend's fiances 21st birthday Tuesday, and she got the 21 & over ID today. In Ohio, everyone 21 and under has vertical licenses, so it's practically impossible to get served, considering the 21 and over licenses are horizontal. Since the bartenders never check birthdays and instead just see the style license you have, they served her no problem. Anyway, we leave her at the bar with another girl friend of hers and my friend a few others are playing pool. Fast forward no more than 30 minutes and she literally falls into my arms, calling me her boyfriends name. I'm like, "Whoa, get your women off me." It gets worse though, she already feels like puking so she goes into the bathroom, and instead falls over and hits her head on the floor. Comes out, can't stand at all at this point, so we decide it's time to go. As we're waiting, my friend (her fiance) is trying to pay the tab, and because she can't stand up, me and her (I'm trying to hold her up) are kicked out of the bar by the door man. Literally, it went like "YOU NEED TO LEAVE NOW!" I'm not sure what he was thinking we were doing. As we're waiting outside, what does she start doing? Puking - all over. After pretty much doing a re-creation of the scene from Team America, we finally get her loaded up in the car, and safely home. I guess she's fast asleep in the bathroom at their house now, and I'm here with puked stained shoes ... at 11:40.