So last night I was home, totally content to be alone with my bottle of red red wine, when my friend Aron called to say he was picking me up in five minutes. I protested a little, and then gave in, got dressed and went out to be social on a Friday night. We went to a bar in Hollywood, and I realized all over again why I do not go to that type of place with that type of group. I observed part of a game of beer pong, stayed relatively conscious listening to one of the guys detail his "workout tour" of Costa Rica and all his skydiving trips, listened to a Marine tell of the torture class he had to pass with all his friends reveling in every detail, endured a dunk girl stepping on my foot with her high heel, evaded the consumption of a redbull and vodka, met some guy from Northern California, listened to the advice of the Marine for me to ditch the CIA idea and apply for the DEA or FBI, messaged someone to come rescue me, conducted a texting conversation with someone in our group who was offended that I was texting someone else to rescue me, acted shocked that one of the most obnoxious guys in our group got punched in the face at the bar by a stranger (he actually got punch three times), endured more drunk waves of people at Mel's Diner on Sunset, finally got home around 3:30 and realized this morning that I had lost my ID.
So here I am content to be alone and drinking coffee...
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