Popped Collars and CDB

Here's a recap of my Friday night:

Since Owen was studying for the GRE (because what is a drummer suppose to do when his band breaks up? Oh, I know. Go to grad school to get a PhD in Chemistry!), the ladies and I decided to get together for a rousing game of "Dupe the Dumb Frat Guys in to Buying Us Drinks". Now, the rules of this game are simple. You dress really slutty, come up w/an awesome back story for the each participant (usually involving stripping or homosexual/bi-sexual tendencies), and pretend to be interested while extremely tan young men w/popped collars buy you drinks. Like taking candy from babies... However, last night it was more like taking candy from an extremely hungry 300 lbs. man. So, after multiple looks and a few snippets of conversation w/the occasional collar, Jess and Kendell called it and went on home.

Never ones to go home early on a Friday, Other Jenn and I met up w/Chloe and moved the party on down to Andy's, the place where everyone knows your name AND who you went home w/last night. I accidentally ordered two double beam and cokes (note to self: never try to order w/hand signals regardless of how loud it is in the bar). Then, of course I had to drink them...which I did. Conversations get fuzzy and I literally got shoved out of the bar (Thanks, Jared!) at 2:00 AM.

Side Note Time: OJ's boyfriend is the lead singer of the Feds, another Dallas/Denton band. The Feds are having drama (yes, like the "In" group of girls in high school that you hated, bands fight amongst them self, force others to join sides and then end up making up at the slumber party where they do each other's hair and nails) w/another band that I will refer to is Crappy Douchebag Band because not only does their music suck, but yes, Virginia, they suck as people! The story goes that the Feds stiffed them at a show where they just barely made the bill. La la..don't expect to make money opening at a bar in Dallas..don't expect to make money from playing in a band, period!

Back to last night, as we were leaving Andy's, OJ decides we are going back to Crappy Douchebag Band's house. So, she grabs a Band member and we start walking to my car. Along the way, we acquired a lost puppy/weirdo who wants to go w/us, even though he doesn't know where we are going or who we are. Somehow, we convince te lost puppy/weirdo to follow us tho the party...and we drop him at his car. Then, we speed off and drive sporadically through Denton trying to lose this guy. We finally arrive at CDB's house at 215-ish.

OJ and I grab a seat on their porch swing and as soon as our ass hits the seat, they start in. They talked shit about The Feds. They talked shit about Matt, OJ's bf. They talked shit about the show. They talked shit about Denton. They just talk shit for about 30-45 mins. I have never met a group of people so united in ignoring social graces and politeness for ego-stroking. How dare you, you prissy, worthless excuse for a musician and a human, talk shit about my friend's boyfriend when she's sitting right there? Are you fucking serious? You're an idiot. You aren't entitled to anything, and no one fucking cares if you're alive much less if you're in a band...

So, mid-rant, I jumped up and said I was out. I murmured something about Owen and GRE and early morning (which they scoffed at..how dare he "sell out" and further his education) and ran/walked to my car.

Then, I came home, crawled in my warm bed next to my man and our child, and thanked God for Owen and his kind heart. Every once in awhile, I have to have a reminder of why I love him so much.

Sometimes, your night ends up not at all how you expect it. I thought I was going to dupe dumb guys into buying me drinks, but I ended up paying for every bottle that touched my lips. I thought I was going to get away from the house for a few hours and spend time w/my girls, but by the end of the evening all I wanted to do was cuddle up next to my boyfriend in our tiny apartment. Sometimes, your night ends up exactly how you needed it to be.