Preface to SuperNova: Walking Home

My favorite part of last Thursday was learning more about things I did last Wednesday.

I had Founder's Day, a big fraternity event last Friday, so I took it off work. I also had a friend's birthday last Wednesday. After kicking it back and forth for a couple of weeks, I realized that I might be quitting my job soon, therefor building up paid time off was pointless.

So, I had a four day weekend.

Wednesday night, Kris and I worked hard to find a ride to the bar. We were both determined that neither of us were going to drive. We found a ride, and it was off to the Shout. I was buying 6 $1 beers at a time. By the time we had gone to the Lodge to see our friend's play, I had spent $32. On dollar beer night.

I don't know how many of those I drank, but I certainly had my share. And I wasn't the ONLY one buying rounds.

We also had a couple of beers at the Lodge before heading back to the Shout. Where we had a couple more beers. At some point, I left with a friend to see one of her friends at the Fine Line. Somehow, it became time to go, and we had a sober driver. Julie and Jake were crashing at Kris's house with me, and we went over to Julie's car. Jake and I pee'd on a building downtown.

I love being a grown-up.

Got back to Kris's house, and fell asleep on my friend's wife. When she got up to leave, I couldn't fall back asleep. It was really annoying. Then Jake and Julie started making out. I put a pillow over my head and still couldn't sleep. I heard the bathroom door close and decided it was time to escape. If Kris had ever written a post on my most notorious drunk adventure, this next moment would be more clear.....but essentially, I fled my friend Jake. I didn't know if it was him or Julie in the bathroom, but I knew I had a 50% chance of a valuable head start.

I grabbed my keys, wallet and phone from the table, and tried to sneak to the door. It probably sounded something like a moose tramping through the apartment. I got to the door, and Julie said something, I remember thinking "SHIT, MY COVER'S BLOWN". I said something (turns out it was "I'm just going for a walk") and sprinted out of Kris's building.

I ran in a direction I guessed was home, went through the parking lot, and wound up in a tennis court. I thought to myself "SHIT! THERE'S NO WAY OUT! WAIT A SEC, THAT FENCE IS LOWER IN THE MIDDLE!!!!"

I ran over to the fence at the far side, climbed it and jumped over. When I got up from the other side, I thought to myself, "Alright, now there's a fence between Jake and me. I can walk."

And I did.

ForEVER.

I left at 4:09 a.m. My phone froze on 4:33.

It was cold, thank goodness it had been "dress like a tool night". My sweatervest probably kept me from freezing to death.

I had no idea how far it was before I left, but it was a hell of a stroll.

Thursday morning, Kris woke up to the door buzzer going nuts, his phone ringing and someone knocking on his door.

When Jake and Julie finally got him out of bed, Kris was confronted with 3 issues:
1. Jake's car had been towed.
2. Julie's car was still parked in downtown Minneapolis, at a meter that had started a half hour before.
3. No one seemed to know where Tom was.

Kris called, and I sent a quick text back and went back to sleep.

At noon, Kris called again and we went to Chipotle with our friend Melissa. Then the three of us went back to Kris's to sit in the hot tub and nurse our hangovers. And drink Coke.

So, we were re-hashing the night when Melissa informed me that we had been dancing (yeah, I must have been drunk)..........and that I had been grabbing her ass a lot (yeeeep.).

That was kind of embarrassing.

All in all, it was a pretty awesome night, and we had enough stories to tell for hours, until I had to leave to pick Jim up from the airport.

It was a great start to what would be an EPIC weekend.

The Wrong Way Right (Just trying to help my friend....drunk)

I wasn't going to go out tonight.

Kris and I made plans to hot tub it tonight, and I decided earlier in the day that I wasn't going to go out. I told Kris so in the hot tub. I didn't visit the ATM to get the usual $10 out for Wednesday night. I texted Luther and said that if he got pizza, he would have to eat it himself.

I didn't take much convincing.

After the hot tub, I went home, changed and Kris picked me up. We went to the Shout. I ate some of Luther's pizza. Kris bought me a beer, Luther bought me two more, and Kris lent me some money to get a couple at the Lodge. I left early to make sure I didn't miss any of our friends' first set at the Lodge. I talked to the guys in the band for about 10 minutes, Kris and the crew showed up, and another 10 minutes later they started playing.

After the set, I told our friends it was a good set. Then we went back to the Shout.

At this point, Kris had a decision. We had been hanging out with some friends, who included a girl that Kris might have been interested in a couple of months ago, and who might have been interested in him, but they couldn't get in touch and kind of stopped trying. Waiting at our table at the Shout was a girl Kris had been talking to the last few weeks; a weird (but hot) girl that had been frequenting the same bars as Kris, had given him her #, but who didn't return calls and kept showing up at the bars Kris was at.

I ran for our seats to try to cut Kris off from the weird girl. I thought I had. She was sitting by another friend with only one seat in between. But Kris came up shortly after and grabbed a seat from another table and interjected.

Kris was in a terrible spot. I, being in the "half"drunk, super-cocky shape that I was in, felt it was time to intervene.

Kris had agreed to give me a ride home earlier, and I invoked that right. He didn't want to do it.

He asked Luther to give me a ride home, and Luther was willing, but I insisted it HAD to be Kris.

After a short while, Kris agreed.

When we got to the car, I laid into him about going to sit with the wrong girl. I ripped him pretty good.

For a short while it got kind of heated.

I tried to diffuse it with some self-deprecating humor...I prefaced a lighter barb with "this from the guy who's last girlfriend ran away."

Once I said it, I realized I was being an ass.

It's so easy to make a snap judgement on someone else, when you don't have your own personal feelings on the line.

Sigh.

Between seeing a girl who fell JUST short of the illustrious 4, referencing Hurricane Amy and seeing something on Facebook that just makes me sad, I find it interesting that I can give a very close friend advice on girls, when clearly I have a lot of shit to sort out on my own.

Oh well, I guess that's Tom nature.

Sigh.