On Saturday I went to a birthday party. No, not one of those cake-and-balloon parties --
...A wild-irresponsible-college-kids party. I normally try to stay away from these, but I actually had fun. For the most part, I tried to make conversation with the few people who weren't completely blitzed, which required yelling over the music and saying "What?" a lot. Finally I gave up on that and just got blitzed. Four green beers later and the fun began...
I was not, however, so wasted that I was gonna let some kid put his hands all over me. This 22-year-old kid was wasted beyond belief and walked by and grabbed my ass!
So I got to do something I have always wanted to do...
I smacked him clear across the face. And hard! It felt so good! I was not that drunk, and I am too old to put up with that shit.
I found the person he came with and told him he needs to be beat up if he does that again. (I was joking!)
So, a group of us went to get some 2 am breakfast, and when we came back, the host was showing us the trail of blood that was left from that kid getting stomped. There was literally a trail of blood from the kitchen to the front door. I guess the kid tried to flush his tshirt down the toilet?? ( I told you he was fucked up!)
Rumor has it he came back the next morning to show off his stitches.
This is why I don't go to wild-irresponsible-college-kids parties. (makes for a good story though, no?)