You guys should come out with us...

After Tuesday's karaoke adventure, Kara and I swore off alcohol (for at least a week). On Thursday, we had Taco Bell and were sitting at home watching Skins on DVD. Then I got a call from Alanna. Nate (a boy Alanna and I work with) and Wesley (his boyfriend) were going to the gay bar and she wanted us to go with. After minimal amounts of convincing, we agreed to go.

Thirty minutes later I found myself walking into the Joplin gay bar. I believe it was our third visit. At this point I started to realize just how small the Joplin gay community is. I knew about 75% of the people there (or at least recognized them and knew medium amounts about their lives). Maybe on the weekends there are different people out, but not during the week. I digress.

Before we left the house, I made a serious resolve not to become a drunken mess on this outing. I think that I was quite successful. I had about 3 margaritas, played some pool, did not feel tempted to do karaoke, did not make lots of new friends, and did not ignore my girlfriend and talk to some other girl for the entire night. Improvement.

Kara, on the other hand, did not have the same resolve. She suddenly went from being mellow and chill to sitting on Alanna's lap and making her take shots. It was quite entertaining. Every few minutes she'd realize she was being bad and make lots of cute apologies.

We managed to get home without much of a hitch. Alanna came with us to crash on our couch since she was too drunk to drive home. The debauchery continued at home and Kara threw coffee bags and spatulas (do not ask me why...they thought it was really funny though). We talked a lot about those random things you always seem to think of when drunk. Then Kara put in some Advanced Barista Training (latte art) dvd. Borrrrrrrrrring. At that point I remembered that I woke up at 5:45am and took my ass to bed.

It seems like we've been going out a lot lately. This has to stop. I'm never going out again (for at least a couple of weeks)!

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Karaoke Mess

I got my way and went to big gay karaoke night on Tuesday. There were thunderstorms and tornado warnings until about 9:30pm, so when we finally got to Murphy's at 10:30pm, it wasn't exactly busy. There were about 25 or so people there and karaoke was definitely happening.

Unfortunately, it wasn't really the party I was hoping for. There was one emo boy who must have just gotten his heart broken. He sang really sad songs every time it was his turn (which was every fifth or sixth time). There were a couple of people who were actually really good though which mostly evened it out.

There was also a creepy straight dude who kept trying to weasel his way in with some lesbians. He didn't even speak English very well, which made for interesting conversations. Mostly it went like this:

Creepy Straight Dude: Are you two girls together?
Us: Yes (ignore)
CSD: You want some man?
Us: No thanks (ignore, walk away, loudly say what the fuck)
*rinse and repeat every time we got up to get more drinks*

I was mostly bored and just started drinking lots of beer and smoking lots of cigarettes. Kara was absorbed in texting. Our friend Alanna was just chilling. Nothing too exciting was happening at our table. About halfway through the night some girls Kara knows showed up (Caitlin and Megan). They sat down and made things a lot more interesting.

One thing led to another and we ended up at a party at Caitlin's house. We played beer pong (and almost won damnit!). There were a lot of people there and somehow I got seperated from Kara and Alanna. I think I spent most of the night smoking on the back porch with Megan and talked her leg off about god knows what. I was really, really drunk.

Finally, we got home around 3am and fell drunkenly into bed. Why is it when I say I'm going to go out and it's going to be really chill, I often end up getting really drunk and acting wild?

I think I'll blame it on the alcohol.
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