I got roped into drinks with BeardJeff, who is a regular, and his four friends. We started at my restaurant and then when to Whitey’s and then the Bulldog. I wrote my address on my hand in sharpie at Whitey’s because I was starting to get drunk and wanted to make sure a cab could bring me home.
One of the guys wrote his number on my arm in sharpie too, apparently. I don’t know which guy or when. All night two of them kept telling me I was gorgeous or pretty or interesting or fun or whatever, I don’t know, they kept buying me drinks and we were just talking and joking and having a good time, it was fun, but I made it clear I had no desire to go home with any of them and that I wanted to make it home by my self.
I think they paid for my cab, but I’m not really sure.
I woke up in my bed, fully clothed with my boots on, cuddling an uneaten sandwich from Caffrey’s. I win. ((Fml.))
