and we'll all float on okay

So, I went to a student-run dance in my town tonight with a couple friends. Sounded like a fun time, I figured why not.

Kind wished I had stayed home.

So, we get there, and security tells me to stash my bag (which had a $5 grinder, $12 pipe, $10 hookah (none of which they knew of, they just figured I had booze), and half a $13 bottle of rum (which I did). Oh, and my fucking passport) in the woods. So I did, thinking it safe. About an hour into the dance (around 10:10 at this point) I decided to get another drink and check if it's still there. It still was, so I was confident that it wasn't going anywhere.

So we're in the dance, having a good time, when my friend decides to bail with my ex-girlfriend from a year ago. Now, I don't blame him at all, in fact if I were in his position I probably would have done the same. The reason I'm mentioning this is because he decided to go to the our friend Brady's house, where we were drinking before the dance. My God, we sound like high schoolers.

So, Brady is confused about this, but we figure, whatever, we'll just find him after the dance. Which we did, when we returned to his place, and find them both drunk off their asses in his living room with the lights off. Kinda sketchy. So she looks at the other 3 guys and is like "oh, hey, what's up". Then she looks at me, "Who are you again?"

Ouch.

I then tell her my name and remind her that we have a history. I don't hear a word from her for the rest of the night.


But that's not what I'm most upset about. I mean, I'd like to at least be acknowledged, but whatever. I'm mostly pissed that I lost a great $80 bag with all my weed shit, a bottle of rum and my FUCKING PASSPORT. ARGH.


I don't know if anyone will actually read this, but I just needed to vent. Stay cunty, guys.