So, the other day was a friends 21st. The party starts out pretty well. There is just the right mix of male, female and booze. Though if there is anything I have learned in life, it is that that mix always spells trouble. Well, there was a good amount of unpleasantness later in the night for my friend and his roommate (who also happens to be one of my best friends). Through it all, I was mostly pissed that everyone could give up the good party mood for such nonsense (I mean, the night started great so why does it have to be ruined). The outrageous part is, when it was all said and done, the last thought I had for the evening is, "it finally pays to be the not so open and outgoing guy."
Then I woke up and wasn't drunk any more. Now that I am thinking straight, I have no clue what I was thinking. Go fig.
