Has it really only been an hour? Wow. Anyways, Party Part 2:
A friend and her husband invited myself, a mutual friend, and one of my friends she just met to drink tonight, saying there would be more people there too.
Friend She Just Met (one of my best friends, but socially unadjusted) and I drank at a small party the night before, where FSJM decided to do eight double-shots of whiskey in about an hour and a half. Once I realized this, I had to slow down my drinking to watch him. This small party was boring, with five guys drinking (some smoking cannabis), having nothing to do, little in common, and nothing but Jim Beam and Bud Light.
Although surprised FSJM made an ass of himself, I knew that small party would be boring, but it would be good to keep up appearances in case something more interesting would arise later.
Today, FSJM, Mutual Friend, and I worked out together as we usually do, but Wife didn't answer until around 7:30 about the party she planned, and Husband wasn't apparently on Skype or the internet games he's usually on. Us three assumed the party was just an empty plan, but once it was back up I got my hopes up of meeting some new and possibly exciting people.
Once we finished driving 20 miles there, we were told we're the only ones who will be there. The night turned into it's logical conclusion. Four guys, three single, and one married girl had a drinking party, where two of the four guys were expecting at least one or two fresh faces to show up. Mutual friend and FSJM have been girl-starved for a long time, so their focus was directly fixated on Wife. I don't have an interest in Wife (for one, she's married, and also a possible business partner), so Husband (obviously), Mutual Friend, and FSJM are all competing for cuddles and attention. FSJM decided to be manly and make half-Baileys half-100 proof vodka cocktails for himself, Husband drank vodka and coke, I had two specialty beers, Mutual Friend stuck mainly with the beers, and Wife had some beers and some vodka.
You can guess how the rest of the story turns out. I got buzzed, but stopped drinking because I wasn't enjoying the company, Mutual Friend got pleasantly drunk and was probably the most well-behaved and fun person there, though his lack-of-girl got him wanting to be messing around with Wife some, Wife got tipsy, but stayed below drunk since she had to work the next day, Husband got a little too drunk, but was mellow, hilarious and behaved, though he got sick at the end of the night, thankfully at the toilet, but FSJM turned out to be a disaster. The poor, virgin, never-had-a-girlfriend, I-drink-way-more-than-I-should-so-people-would-like-me-better kid started hitting on Wife, continued to drink when I wasn't in the room telling him to slow down, so I didn't notice he took out nearly all the baileys and an equal amount of vodka. At the end of the night when we were all getting ready for bed, Mutual Friend and I decided it would be best for me to drive the three guys back to Mutual's house to crash, where we could all have a comfortable place to sleep, when suddenly FSJM vomited all over my friend's couch, drenching his new "I'll drink you bitches under the table" shirt. By the time any of us could grab something to halt the flow of cream-based vodka swill going everywhere, he deposited the post-consumed Baileys onto the couch and carpet.
After Wife and I cleaned it up and us three guys took the 20 miles back home, I helped him stumble back into bed. This sucked. He's not going to party with any of my other friends, at least until he learns not to be a drunken dick. My friends are not satisfying me like they used to, so now I got to look for new ways to meet new people so that I don't get upset at my current ones for not covering all the faucets of my personality. I also wonder what Wife was thinking bringing only three single guys to a drinking party the night before having to drive out of town for a work assignment.
I hate to say it, but before I was happy just to hang out with people and be invited to little shindigs. Shit like this makes me just want to stick to myself and wait for better opportunities to come along.
tldr: I gambled that a party would be fun, and it wasn't.
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