Drunken Shenanigans

Work today was fine. I just wanted to get that out of the way. I didn't have to teach my junior class and Bryan thought there were absolutely out of control and has officially refused to ever teach them again, much to my personal satisfaction. Not because I don't like Bryan, but because it officially makes it not my fault they're such shitheads.

After work I met up with Ty and we went to the Hub to start drinking, which I apparently have done almost every night for the last two weeks. I don't know how that got started, but it seems to be doing nothing to improve my tolerance as I'm still halfway sloppy after two pints the same way I was when I got here. Anyway, we got bored there after a pronounced lack of girls falling into our lap and made our way to The Roof, where we found the same profundity. Ty and I started betting on baseball in much the same way as Gabe and Ethan and I had bet on the Skeleton heats for the olypmics, except that I decimated Ty and won a great deal of money from him (i.e. 100 yen).

We went to a darts bar afterward and played 301 for a while, while Ty tried to hit on our waitress, forcing us to nearly miss our last train home. Ty was talking with her while deciding whether to take a taxi back home when he found that she did, in fact, have a girlfriend, so he promptly pounded his beer and we made a run for it back to the station. After following him through the gates, we got to the platform just in time to catch the train; amazing timing after having literally ran four blocks back to the station thinking we had already missed last train. This is when the real fun began.

Instantly upon getting on the train I realized, much to my chagrin, that Ty is a sweaty bitch, especially when he grabbed me and attempted to make me fellatiate him publicly. This led to untold hilliarity as something of a faux pas Japanese musical ensued, along with a few punches to the groin and some dirty/fascinated looks from the locals. We were pretty much sloppy drunk bitches making our way home, including but not limited to Ty trying to ride his bike off into the horizon (not sunset) and my jamming my umbrella (now broken and slung, discus style, into the lake by our apartment) into his bike spokes.


Oh, and the cat scrathed me when I tried to flip him and now my left hand is bleeding. And Emily, Juno, whoever, you've flattered me more than you could ever know, and I thank you for that. Your words have touched me.