So the girls and had the evening planned out...we were getting a suite, meeting up with some friends and partying. The evening started out fabulously. We were ahead of our arrival time, (always good for high maintaince girls). We checked into our room and it was very luxurious and nice. We all started the evening off with some Bacardi and then we headed over to dinner @ The Piccolo. My new favorite Italian rest. All the boys ordered prime rib while I was normal and had Ziti. It was very pleasing...the service, food and the environment was cozy, quaint and we were all pleased (thats rare).
We went out to Ozio, then to 1223, then to Home. I'm 25 years old and the bar scene is just not for me anymore. Thats not news though. I met a fighfighter named Bryce who was super sweet but he was from IL. Like I need another one of those....Too much work!!!! He insisted on buying me drinks...who am I to say no?! After two Candy Apple 'Tini's I was becoming disgusted with the 'game' that men tend to run in order to 'get some'! I'm not that easy asshole is what I was silently screaming while flashing my 2000 watt Miss Congenality smile.
We all went back to our hotel room and then I had an ephiphany. This entire scene with the boy girl ratio at 2-1 just wasn't good. I flet uncomfortable and then when the guys broke out the 'snow' I got uneasy and I freaked...I demanded that everyone get it out of my site. That drug caused soooooooooo much pain in my life. I'm not sure I'll ever get over it. So after realizing that I was better than that....I decided that I was going home...Okay...really....McLean!!! I don't trust myself around it and I don't want it around me. So I left. Yep....drove home alone.
I needed to.
More later :)
