TWO ENTRIES IN ONE WEEK?! (or something like one week?) WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?!

so. scene.

last night. the medici. me, samantha, sarah, kati and cordell are sitting and drinking. i am in a horrendous mood due to the worknight that just came to a close. us gals are drinking straight vodka on the rocks with a touch of lemon. cordell is drinking corona.

it was the plan since the night before to head over to jimmy's (woodlawn tap) about an hour or so after the medici closed. apparently cordell did not know this, and i don't see why he would've because he got off work at eight and didn't give me enough time to tell him beofre saying "i'll be back later" and hauling ass. i also don't see why he would've cared, seeing as how he is twenty six years old and can very easily attend jimmy's with us.

so, twelve o'clockish rolls around, alejandro gets off work and can thus keep samantha company, and sarah, kati and i decide to head over to the jim. i ask cordell if he will be joining us and he says, all snotty-like, "do you WANT me to come with you?" and i roll my eyes and say no in that very "of course i do, you fuckin' moron" kinda way, you know the way i mean. which i suppose hit some sort of nerve since he's been on the fuckin' rag all night. so i tell him to join us whenever he so pleases and we leave.

scene.

jimmy's. the three of us walk in and al (the infamous hot bartender) is sitting at the end of the bar. he yells "KYLE!" and when i go over there he drunkenly embraces me and gives me a sloppy kiss on the cheek and says "you gotta give me a kiss because it's my birthday." of course, i gladly oblige, which i would've done even if his birthday was in fucking november, and reciprocate his sloppy cheek kiss. he then pulls a stool directly next to his for me and the three of us join him.

he is, naturally, still working. and drunk off his ass. which is hilarious. i suddenly no longer give a shit what cordell is pms-ing about, as he is not my boyfriend and makes no effort to be my boyfriend. therefore i shall flirt with whomever i please.

text kyle to sam:
dude, if he's gonna be a brat, he should just stay there.
text sam to kyle:
he said he's going for "a minute." but he is a bit wa'ed out (secret note from kyle to christine: you bet we still use that phrase. in fact, others have stolen it from us.) and he brought out another six beers.
text kyle to sam:
good, keep him there. but don't tell him i said that.

meanwhile, al has grabbed my thigh and asked me if i come here often. he has put his face in his palms and sang along to the ramones, telling me "hey little girl, i wanna be your boyfriend." he has asked me if i want to go out back and make some illigitimate children. he has done all but actually TAKE ME OUT BACK TO MAKE SOME ILLIGITIMATE CHILDREN.

later, samantha opts out of text messaging, as something so serious has happened that she must actually call me. and this is a fact. i go into the bathroom. she tells me that cordell has drunkenly been talking shit about me all night, saying i treat him like shit and that he's going to "dump me" and blahblahblahblahblah.

to which i reply with something along these lines.

"I WOULD LIKE TO KNOW WHAT FUCKING ALTERNATE UNIVERSE HE IS LIVING IN WHEN HE THINKS HE CAN DUMP SOMEONE WHO ISN'T EVEN HIS GIRLFRIEND. I MAY NOT HAVE HAD MANY BOYFRIENDS, BUT I KNOW THAT HAVING HIM COMEPLETELY REFUSE TO ACKNOWLEDGE ME USLESS HE IS DRUNK DOESN'T MAKE HIM MY BOYFRIEND. I ALSO KNOW THAT LETTING HIM SLEEP IN MY FUCKING BED FOUR NIGHTS A GODDAMN WEEK AND BUY HIS FUCKING BEERS MEANS THAT I TREAT HIM THE OPPOSITE OF SHIT." blahblahblahblahblah

to which the girl peeing in the stall next to me responded by hitting the side of the stall and screaming "FUCK YES. FUCK THAT MOTHERFUCKER."

which was awesome.

and by then, jimmy's was almost closed. so i ranted to sarah and kati for a moment, finished my beer, and headed into the back bar to say goodnight to al.

and then he full on stuck his tongue in my mouth.

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